The Game

The Game - My Life Remix

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And I'm grindin' til I'm tired

They say "You ain't grindin' til you tired"

So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide

Looking to find

A way

Through the day

A life

For the night

Dear Lord

You've done took so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why

You haven't taken my life

Like what the hell am I doing right?

My life...

I'm supposed to be the soldier who never blows his composure

Even though I hold the weight of the whole world on my shoulders

I ain't never supposed to show it, my crew ain't supposed to know it

Even if it means goin' toe to toe with a Benzino it don't matter

I'd never drag them in battles that I can handle unless I absolutely have to

I'm supposed to set an example

I need to be the leader, my crew looks for me to guide 'em

If some shit ever does pop off, I'm supposed to be beside 'em

That Ja shit I tried to squash it, it was too late to stop it

There's a certain line you just don't cross and he crossed it

I heard him say Hailie's name on a song and I just lost it

It was crazy, this shit went way beyond some Jay-z and Nas shit

And even though the battle was won, I feel like we lost it

I spent too much energy on it, honestly I'm exhausted

And I'm so caught in it I almost feel I'm the one who caused it

This ain't what I'm in hip-hop for, it's not why I got in it.

We are not the same, I am a Martian

So approach my Phantom doors with caution

You see them 24's spinnin', I earned them

And I ain't no preacher, but here's my Erick Sermon

So eat this black music, and tell me how it taste now

And fuck Jesse Jackson cause it ain't about race now

Sometimes I think about my life with my face down

Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile

Damn, I know his momma's proud

And since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my momma now

And like MJB, "No More Drama" now

Livin' the good life, me and Common on common ground

I spit crack and niggas could drive it outta town

Gotta Chris Paul mind state, I'm never outta bounds

My life used to be empty like a glock without a round

Now my life full, like a chopper with a thousand rounds

And still I'm having memories of high speeds, when the cops crashed

As I laugh pushing the gas when my glocks blast

We was young, and we was dumb but we had heart

In the dark when we survived through the bad parts

Many dreams is what I had, and many wishes

No hesitation in extermination of these snitches

And these bitches they still continue to pursue me

A couple of movies now the whole world trying to screw me

Even the cops tried to sue me

So what can I do but stay true, sipping 22's a brewing

Now the medias trying to test me got the press asking questions, trying to stress me

Misery is all I see, that's my mind's state

My history with the police is shakin' the crime rate

Ma main man had 2 strikes, slipped, got arrested and flipped

He screamed 'Thug Life! ' and emptied the clip

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