Lil Wayne - My Life lyrics

And I'm grindin' til I'm attacked 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 light, 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 Take me away from the hood like a state penitentiary Take me away from the hood in the casket or a Bentley Take me away Like I overdosed on c**aine Or take me away like a bullet from Kurt Cobain Suicide (suicide, suicide) I'm from a Windy City, like "Do or Die" From a block close to where Biggie was crucified That was Brooklyn's Jesus Shot for no f**in' reason And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces? Cause that's Jesus people And The Game, he's the equal Hated on so much, "The Pa**ion of Christ" need a sequel Yeah, like Roc-a-fella needed Sigel Like I needed my father, but he needed a needle I need some meditation, so I can leave my people They askin' "Why?" Why did John Lennon leave The Beatles? And why every hood n***a feed off evil? Answer my question before this bullet leave this Desert Eagle And I'm grindin' til I'm attacked 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 light, 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 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 f** 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 proud And since you helped me sell my +Dream+ we can share my momma now And like M.J.B.: "No More Drama" now Living the "Good Life", me and Common on common ground I spit crack, and n***as could drive it out of town Got a Chris Paul mind state, I'm never out of 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 I'm grindin' til I'm attacked 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 light, 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 Walk through the gates of Hell, see my Impala parked in front With the high beams on, me and the Devil share chronic blunts Listening to the "Chronic" album, playing backwards Shootin' at pictures of Don Imus for target practice My mind f**ed up, so I cover it with a Raider hood I'm from the city that made you motherf**ers afraid of Suge Made my grandmother pray for good And never made her happy, when I bet that new Mercedes could Ain't no bars, but n***as can't escape the hood They took so many of my n***as, that I should hate the hood But it's real n***as like me, that make the hood Ridin' slow in that Phantom just the way I should With the top back In my Sox hat I'm paid in full, the n***a Alpo couldn't stop that Even if they brought the n***a 'Pac back I'd still keep this motherf**er co*ked back And I'm grindin' til I'm attacked 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 light, 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 (My Life)