[{"id":31788342,"name":"My Life","trackName":"My Life","artistName":"The Game","albumName":"My Life","duration":321.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And I'm grinding 'til I'm tired\nYou ain't grinding 'til you tired\nSo I'm grinding with my eyes wide\nLookin' to find a way through the day, a light for the night\nDear Lord, you done took so many of my people\nI'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life\nLike what the hell am I doing right? My life\n\nTake me away from the hood, like a state penitentiary\nTake me away from the hood, in a casket or a Bentley\nTake me away, like I overdosed on cocaine\nOr take me away, like a bullet from Kurt Cobain\nSuicide, I'm from a windy city, like Do or Die\nFrom a block close to where Biggie was crucified\nThat was Brooklyn's Jesus, shot for no fuckin' reason\n\nAnd you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces?\n'Cause that's Jesus, people – and Game, he's the equal\nHated on so much, Passion of Christ need a sequel\nYeah, like Roc-a-Fella needed Siegel\nLike I needed my father, but he needed a needle\nI need some meditation so I can lead my people\nThey asking: \"Why, why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?\"\nAnd why every hood nigga feed off evil?\nAnswer my question 'fore this bullet leave this Desert Eagle\n\nAnd I'm grinding 'til I'm tired\nYou ain't grinding 'til you tired\nSo I'm grinding with my eyes wide\nLookin' to find a way through the day, a light for the night\nDear Lord, you done took so many of my people\nI'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life\nLike what the hell am I doin' right? My life\n\nWe are not the same, I am a Martian\nSo approach my Phantom doors with caution\nYou see them 24's spinnin'? I earned 'em\nAnd I ain't no preacher, but here's my Erick Sermon\nSo eat this black music and tell me how it taste now\nAnd fuck Jesse Jackson, 'cause it ain't about race now\nSometimes I think about my life, with my face down\nThen I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile\n(My life-)\nDamn, I know his mama proud; and since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my mama now\nAnd like M.J.B. no more drama now\nLivin' the good life, me and Common on common ground\nI spit crack, and niggas could drive it out of town\nGot a Chris Paul mindstate, I'm never out of bounds\nMy life used to be empty like a Glock without a round\nNow my life full like a chopper with a thousand rounds\n\nAnd I'm grinding 'til I'm tired\nYou ain't grinding 'til you tired\nSo I'm grinding with my eyes wide\nLookin' to find a way through the day, a light for the night\n\nDear Lord, you done took so many of my people\nI'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life\nLike what the hell am I doin' right? My life\nWalk through the gates of hell, see my Impala parked in front\n\nWith the high beams on, me and the devil sharin' chronic blunts\nListening to the Chronic album, playin' backwards\nShooting at pictures of Don Imus for target practice\nMy mind fucked up, so I cover it with a Raider hood\nI'm from the city that made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge (Compton, Compton)\nMade my grandmother pray for good\nIt never made her happy, but I bet that new Mercedes could\nAin't no bars, but niggas can't escape the hood\n\nAnd it took so many of my niggas that I should hate the hood\nBut it's real niggas like me that make the hood\nRidin' slow in that Phantom just the way I should\nWith the top back, in my Sox hat\nI'm paid in full, the nigga Alpo couldn't stop that\nEven if they brought the nigga Pac back\nI'd still keep this motherfucker cocked back\n\nAnd I'm grindin' 'til I'm tired\nYou ain't grinding 'til you tired\nSo I'm grinding with my eyes wide\nLooking to find a way through the day, a light for the night\nDear Lord, you done took so many of my people\nI'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life\nLike what the hell am I doing right? 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My life\n[00:52.19] Take me away from the hood, like a state penitentiary\n[00:57.55] Take me away from the hood, in a casket or a Bentley\n[01:00.94] Take me away, like I overdosed on cocaine\n[01:04.54] Or take me away, like a bullet from Kurt Cobain\n[01:07.64] Suicide, I'm from a windy city, like Do or Die\n[01:11.24] From a block close to where Biggie was crucified\n[01:14.58] That was Brooklyn's Jesus, shot for no fuckin' reason\n[01:17.34] And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces?\n[01:20.91] 'Cause that's Jesus, people – and Game, he's the equal\n[01:24.37] Hated on so much, Passion of Christ need a sequel\n[01:27.52] Yeah, like Roc-a-Fella needed Siegel\n[01:30.72] Like I needed my father, but he needed a needle\n[01:33.94] I need some meditation so I can lead my people\n[01:37.26] They asking: \"Why, why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?\"\n[01:40.77] And why every hood nigga feed off evil?\n[01:43.69] Answer my question 'fore this bullet leave this Desert Eagle\n[01:45.88] And I'm grinding 'til I'm tired\n[01:48.92] You ain't grinding 'til you tired\n[01:52.52] So I'm grinding with my eyes wide\n[01:55.38] Lookin' to find a way through the day, a light for the night\n[02:00.08] Dear Lord, you done took so many of my people\n[02:03.30] I'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life\n[02:08.30] Like what the hell am I doin' right? My life\n[02:12.56] We are not the same, I am a Martian\n[02:15.83] So approach my Phantom doors with caution\n[02:19.16] You see them 24's spinnin'? I earned 'em\n[02:22.13] And I ain't no preacher, but here's my Erick Sermon\n[02:25.35] So eat this black music and tell me how it taste now\n[02:28.75] And fuck Jesse Jackson, 'cause it ain't about race now\n[02:32.38] Sometimes I think about my life, with my face down\n[02:35.47] Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile\n[02:38.36] (My life-)\n[02:40.07] Damn, I know his mama proud; and since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my mama now\n[02:44.96] And like M.J.B. no more drama now\n[02:48.62] Livin' the good life, me and Common on common ground\n[02:51.61] I spit crack, and niggas could drive it out of town\n[02:54.75] Got a Chris Paul mindstate, I'm never out of bounds\n[02:58.24] My life used to be empty like a Glock without a round\n[03:01.48] Now my life full like a chopper with a thousand rounds\n[03:03.95] And I'm grinding 'til I'm tired\n[03:06.89] You ain't grinding 'til you tired\n[03:10.32] So I'm grinding with my eyes wide\n[03:13.28] Lookin' to find a way through the day, a light for the night\n[03:16.63] Dear Lord, you done took so many of my people\n[03:21.78] I'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life\n[03:24.75] Like what the hell am I doin' right? My life\n[03:29.53] Walk through the gates of hell, see my Impala parked in front\n[03:33.77] With the high beams on, me and the devil sharin' chronic blunts\n[03:36.87] Listening to the Chronic album, playin' backwards\n[03:40.15] Shooting at pictures of Don Imus for target practice\n[03:43.26] My mind fucked up, so I cover it with a Raider hood\n[03:46.66] I'm from the city that made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge (Compton, Compton)\n[03:50.55] Made my grandmother pray for good\n[03:53.06] It never made her happy, but I bet that new Mercedes could\n[03:56.12] Ain't no bars, but niggas can't escape the hood\n[03:59.69] And it took so many of my niggas that I should hate the hood\n[04:02.93] But it's real niggas like me that make the hood\n[04:06.55] Ridin' slow in that Phantom just the way I should\n[04:09.84] With the top back, in my Sox hat\n[04:13.18] I'm paid in full, the nigga Alpo couldn't stop that\n[04:16.13] Even if they brought the nigga Pac back\n[04:19.43] I'd still keep this motherfucker cocked back\n[04:21.74] And I'm grindin' 'til I'm tired\n[04:24.90] You ain't grinding 'til you tired\n[04:28.18] So I'm grinding with my eyes wide\n[04:31.27] Looking to find a way through the day, a light for the night\n[04:35.72] Dear Lord, you done took so many of my people\n[04:39.23] I'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life\n[04:41.92] Like what the hell am I doing right? 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My life\n\n  Take me away from the hood, like a state penitentiary\n  Take me away from the hood, in a casket or a Bentley\n  Take me away, like I overdosed on cocaine\n  Or take me away, like a bullet from Kurt Cobain\n  Suicide, I'm from a windy city, like Do or Die\n  From a block close to where Biggie was crucified\n  That was Brooklyn's Jesus, shot for no fuckin' reason\n\n  And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces?\n  'Cause that's Jesus, people – and Game, he's the equal\n  Hated on so much, Passion of Christ need a sequel\n  Yeah, like Roc-a-Fella needed Siegel\n  Like I needed my father, but he needed a needle\n  I need some meditation so I can lead my people\n  They asking: \"Why, why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?\"\n  And why every hood nigga feed off evil?\n  Answer my question 'fore this bullet leave this Desert Eagle\n\n  And I'm grinding 'til I'm tired\n  You ain't grinding 'til you tired\n  So I'm grinding with my eyes wide\n  Lookin' to find a way through the day, a light for the night\n  Dear Lord, you done took so many of my people\n  I'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life\n  Like what the hell am I doin' right? My life\n\n  We are not the same, I am a Martian\n  So approach my Phantom doors with caution\n  You see them 24's spinnin'? I earned 'em\n  And I ain't no preacher, but here's my Erick Sermon\n  So eat this black music and tell me how it taste now\n  And fuck Jesse Jackson, 'cause it ain't about race now\n  Sometimes I think about my life, with my face down\n  Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile\n  (My life-)\n  Damn, I know his mama proud; and since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my mama now\n  And like M.J.B. no more drama now\n  Livin' the good life, me and Common on common ground\n  I spit crack, and niggas could drive it out of town\n  Got a Chris Paul mindstate, I'm never out of bounds\n  My life used to be empty like a Glock without a round\n  Now my life full like a chopper with a thousand rounds\n\n  And I'm grinding 'til I'm tired\n  You ain't grinding 'til you tired\n  So I'm grinding with my eyes wide\n  Lookin' to find a way through the day, a light for the night\n\n  Dear Lord, you done took so many of my people\n  I'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life\n  Like what the hell am I doin' right? My life\n  Walk through the gates of hell, see my Impala parked in front\n\n  With the high beams on, me and the devil sharin' chronic blunts\n  Listening to the Chronic album, playin' backwards\n  Shooting at pictures of Don Imus for target practice\n  My mind fucked up, so I cover it with a Raider hood\n  I'm from the city that made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge (Compton, Compton)\n  Made my grandmother pray for good\n  It never made her happy, but I bet that new Mercedes could\n  Ain't no bars, but niggas can't escape the hood\n\n  And it took so many of my niggas that I should hate the hood\n  But it's real niggas like me that make the hood\n  Ridin' slow in that Phantom just the way I should\n  With the top back, in my Sox hat\n  I'm paid in full, the nigga Alpo couldn't stop that\n  Even if they brought the nigga Pac back\n  I'd still keep this motherfucker cocked back\n\n  And I'm grindin' 'til I'm tired\n  You ain't grinding 'til you tired\n  So I'm grinding with my eyes wide\n  Looking to find a way through the day, a light for the night\n  Dear Lord, you done took so many of my people\n  I'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life\n  Like what the hell am I doing right? 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My life\n\nTake me away from the hood, like a state penitentiary\nTake me away from the hood, in a casket or a Bentley\nTake me away, like I overdosed on cocaine\nOr take me away, like a bullet from Kurt Cobain\nSuicide, I'm from a windy city, like Do or Die\nFrom a block close to where Biggie was crucified\nThat was Brooklyn's Jesus, shot for no fuckin' reason\n\nAnd you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces?\n'Cause that's Jesus, people – and Game, he's the equal\nHated on so much, Passion of Christ need a sequel\nYeah, like Roc-a-Fella needed Siegel\nLike I needed my father, but he needed a needle\nI need some meditation so I can lead my people\nThey asking: \"Why, why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?\"\nAnd why every hood nigga feed off evil?\nAnswer my question 'fore this bullet leave this Desert Eagle\n\nAnd I'm grinding 'til I'm tired\nYou ain't grinding 'til you tired\nSo I'm grinding with my eyes wide\nLookin' to find a way through the day, a light for the night\nDear Lord, you done took so many of my people\nI'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life\nLike what the hell am I doin' right? My life\n\nWe are not the same, I am a Martian\nSo approach my Phantom doors with caution\nYou see them 24's spinnin'? I earned 'em\nAnd I ain't no preacher, but here's my Erick Sermon\nSo eat this black music and tell me how it taste now\nAnd fuck Jesse Jackson, 'cause it ain't about race now\nSometimes I think about my life, with my face down\nThen I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile\n(My life-)\nDamn, I know his mama proud; and since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my mama now\nAnd like M.J.B. no more drama now\nLivin' the good life, me and Common on common ground\nI spit crack, and niggas could drive it out of town\nGot a Chris Paul mindstate, I'm never out of bounds\nMy life used to be empty like a Glock without a round\nNow my life full like a chopper with a thousand rounds\n\nAnd I'm grinding 'til I'm tired\nYou ain't grinding 'til you tired\nSo I'm grinding with my eyes wide\nLookin' to find a way through the day, a light for the night\n\nDear Lord, you done took so many of my people\nI'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life\nLike what the hell am I doin' right? My life\nWalk through the gates of hell, see my Impala parked in front\n\nWith the high beams on, me and the devil sharin' chronic blunts\nListening to the Chronic album, playin' backwards\nShooting at pictures of Don Imus for target practice\nMy mind fucked up, so I cover it with a Raider hood\nI'm from the city that made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge (Compton, Compton)\nMade my grandmother pray for good\nIt never made her happy, but I bet that new Mercedes could\nAin't no bars, but niggas can't escape the hood\n\nAnd it took so many of my niggas that I should hate the hood\nBut it's real niggas like me that make the hood\nRidin' slow in that Phantom just the way I should\nWith the top back, in my Sox hat\nI'm paid in full, the nigga Alpo couldn't stop that\nEven if they brought the nigga Pac back\nI'd still keep this motherfucker cocked back\n\nAnd I'm grindin' 'til I'm tired\nYou ain't grinding 'til you tired\nSo I'm grinding with my eyes wide\nLooking to find a way through the day, a light for the night\nDear Lord, you done took so many of my people\nI'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life\nLike what the hell am I doing right? 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My life\n[02:12.53] We are not the same, I am a Martian\n[02:16.35] So approach my Phantom doors with caution\n[02:19.57] You see them 24's spinnin'? 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My life\n\nWe are not the same, I am a Martian\nSo approach my Phantom doors with caution\nYou see them 24's spinnin'? I earned 'em\nAnd I ain't no preacher, but here's my Erick Sermon\nSo eat this black music and tell me how it taste now\nAnd fuck Jesse Jackson, 'cause it ain't about race now\nSometimes I think about my life, with my face down\nThen I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile\n(My life-)\nDamn, I know his mama proud; and since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my mama now\nAnd like M.J.B. no more drama now\nLivin' the good life, me and Common on common ground\nI spit crack, and niggas could drive it out of town\nGot a Chris Paul mindstate, I'm never out of bounds\nMy life used to be empty like a Glock without a round\nNow my life full like a chopper with a thousand rounds\n\nAnd I'm grinding 'til I'm tired\nYou ain't grinding 'til you tired\nSo I'm grinding with my eyes wide\nLookin' to find a way through the day, a light for the night\n\nDear Lord, you done took so many of my people\nI'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life\nLike what the hell am I doin' right? 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My life\n[00:29.25] Take me away from the hood, like a state penitentiary\n[00:32.13] Take me away from the hood, in a casket or a Bentley\n[00:34.83] Take me away, like I overdosed on cocaine\n[00:39.34] Or take me away, like a bullet from Kurt Cobain\n[00:41.38] Suicide, I'm from a windy city, like Do or Die\n[00:45.34] From a block close to where Biggie was crucified\n[00:48.28] That was Brooklyn's Jesus, shot for no fuckin' reason\n[00:51.54] And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces?\n[00:54.64] 'Cause that's Jesus, people – and Game, he's the equal\n[00:58.49] Hated on so much, Passion of Christ need a sequel\n[01:01.39] Yeah, like Roc-a-Fella needed Siegel\n[01:04.55] Like I needed my father, but he needed a needle\n[01:07.64] I need some meditation so I can lead my people\n[01:12.01] They asking: \"Why, why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?\"\n[01:14.73] And why every hood nigga feed off evil?\n[01:17.56] Answer my question 'fore this bullet leave this Desert Eagle\n[01:20.85] And I'm grinding 'til I'm tired\n[01:24.25] You ain't grinding 'til you tired\n[01:25.90] So I'm grinding with my eyes wide\n[01:29.06] Lookin' to find a way through the day, a light for the night\n[01:33.70] Dear Lord, you done took so many of my people\n[01:36.99] I'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life\n[01:40.06] Like what the hell am I doin' right? My life\n[01:46.98] We are not the same, I am a Martian\n[01:49.47] So approach my Phantom doors with caution\n[01:53.12] You see them 24's spinnin'? I earned 'em\n[01:56.32] And I ain't no preacher, but here's my Erick Sermon\n[01:59.27] So eat this black music and tell me how it taste now\n[02:02.66] And fuck Jesse Jackson, 'cause it ain't about race now\n[02:05.94] Sometimes I think about my life, with my face down\n[02:09.16] Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile\n[02:12.31] (My life-)\n[02:14.26] Damn, I know his mama proud; and since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my mama now\n[02:18.88] And like M.J.B. no more drama now\n[02:22.26] Livin' the good life, me and Common on common ground\n[02:25.75] I spit crack, and niggas could drive it out of town\n[02:28.93] Got a Chris Paul mindstate, I'm never out of bounds\n[02:32.04] My life used to be empty like a Glock without a round\n[02:35.50] Now my life full like a chopper with a thousand rounds\n[02:38.88] And I'm grinding 'til I'm tired\n[02:40.64] You ain't grinding 'til you tired\n[02:43.70] So I'm grinding with my eyes wide\n[02:46.93] Lookin' to find a way through the day, a light for the night\n[02:51.58] Dear Lord, you done took so many of my people\n[02:55.11] I'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life\n[02:59.56] Like what the hell am I doin' right? My life\n[03:04.45] Walk through the gates of hell, see my Impala parked in front\n[03:07.66] With the high beams on, me and the devil sharin' chronic blunts\n[03:10.92] Listening to the Chronic album, playin' backwards\n[03:13.95] Shooting at pictures of Don Imus for target practice\n[03:17.03] My mind fucked up, so I cover it with a Raider hood\n[03:20.32] I'm from the city that made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge (Compton, Compton)\n[03:24.04] Made my grandmother pray for good\n[03:27.30] It never made her happy, but I bet that new Mercedes could\n[03:30.50] Ain't no bars, but niggas can't escape the hood\n[03:33.71] And it took so many of my niggas that I should hate the hood\n[03:37.02] But it's real niggas like me that make the hood\n[03:40.23] Ridin' slow in that Phantom just the way I should\n[03:43.79] With the top back, in my Sox hat\n[03:46.68] I'm paid in full, the nigga Alpo couldn't stop that\n[03:49.87] Even if they brought the nigga Pac back\n[03:53.45] I'd still keep this motherfucker cocked back\n[03:56.60] And I'm grindin' 'til I'm tired\n[03:59.23] You ain't grinding 'til you tired\n[04:01.44] So I'm grinding with my eyes wide\n[04:04.86] Looking to find a way through the day, a light for the night\n[04:08.99] Dear Lord, you done took so many of my people\n[04:12.78] I'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life\n[04:16.40] Like what the hell am I doing right? 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My life\n\n  Take me away from the hood, like a state penitentiary\n  Take me away from the hood, in a casket or a Bentley\n  Take me away, like I overdosed on cocaine\n  Or take me away, like a bullet from Kurt Cobain\n  Suicide, I'm from a windy city, like Do or Die\n  From a block close to where Biggie was crucified\n  That was Brooklyn's Jesus, shot for no fuckin' reason\n\n  And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces?\n  'Cause that's Jesus, people – and Game, he's the equal\n  Hated on so much, Passion of Christ need a sequel\n  Yeah, like Roc-a-Fella needed Siegel\n  Like I needed my father, but he needed a needle\n  I need some meditation so I can lead my people\n  They asking: \"Why, why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?\"\n  And why every hood nigga feed off evil?\n  Answer my question 'fore this bullet leave this Desert Eagle\n\n  And I'm grinding 'til I'm tired\n  You ain't grinding 'til you tired\n  So I'm grinding with my eyes wide\n  Lookin' to find a way through the day, a light for the night\n  Dear Lord, you done took so many of my people\n  I'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life\n  Like what the hell am I doin' right? My life\n\n  We are not the same, I am a Martian\n  So approach my Phantom doors with caution\n  You see them 24's spinnin'? I earned 'em\n  And I ain't no preacher, but here's my Erick Sermon\n  So eat this black music and tell me how it taste now\n  And fuck Jesse Jackson, 'cause it ain't about race now\n  Sometimes I think about my life, with my face down\n  Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile\n  (My life-)\n  Damn, I know his mama proud; and since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my mama now\n  And like M.J.B. no more drama now\n  Livin' the good life, me and Common on common ground\n  I spit crack, and niggas could drive it out of town\n  Got a Chris Paul mindstate, I'm never out of bounds\n  My life used to be empty like a Glock without a round\n  Now my life full like a chopper with a thousand rounds\n\n  And I'm grinding 'til I'm tired\n  You ain't grinding 'til you tired\n  So I'm grinding with my eyes wide\n  Lookin' to find a way through the day, a light for the night\n\n  Dear Lord, you done took so many of my people\n  I'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life\n  Like what the hell am I doin' right? My life\n  Walk through the gates of hell, see my Impala parked in front\n\n  With the high beams on, me and the devil sharin' chronic blunts\n  Listening to the Chronic album, playin' backwards\n  Shooting at pictures of Don Imus for target practice\n  My mind fucked up, so I cover it with a Raider hood\n  I'm from the city that made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge (Compton, Compton)\n  Made my grandmother pray for good\n  It never made her happy, but I bet that new Mercedes could\n  Ain't no bars, but niggas can't escape the hood\n\n  And it took so many of my niggas that I should hate the hood\n  But it's real niggas like me that make the hood\n  Ridin' slow in that Phantom just the way I should\n  With the top back, in my Sox hat\n  I'm paid in full, the nigga Alpo couldn't stop that\n  Even if they brought the nigga Pac back\n  I'd still keep this motherfucker cocked back\n\n  And I'm grindin' 'til I'm tired\n  You ain't grinding 'til you tired\n  So I'm grinding with my eyes wide\n  Looking to find a way through the day, a light for the night\n  Dear Lord, you done took so many of my people\n  I'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life\n  Like what the hell am I doing right? 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My life\n\nTake me away from the hood, like a state penitentiary\nTake me away from the hood, in a casket or a Bentley\nTake me away, like I overdosed on cocaine\nOr take me away, like a bullet from Kurt Cobain\nSuicide, I'm from a windy city, like Do or Die\nFrom a block close to where Biggie was crucified\nThat was Brooklyn's Jesus, shot for no fuckin' reason\n\nAnd you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces?\n'Cause that's Jesus, people – and Game, he's the equal\nHated on so much, Passion of Christ need a sequel\nYeah, like Roc-a-Fella needed Siegel\nLike I needed my father, but he needed a needle\nI need some meditation so I can lead my people\nThey asking: \"Why, why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?\"\nAnd why every hood nigga feed off evil?\nAnswer my question 'fore this bullet leave this Desert Eagle\n\nAnd I'm grinding 'til I'm tired\nYou ain't grinding 'til you tired\nSo I'm grinding with my eyes wide\nLookin' to find a way through the day, a light for the night\nDear Lord, you done took so many of my people\nI'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life\nLike what the hell am I doin' right? My life\n\nWe are not the same, I am a Martian\nSo approach my Phantom doors with caution\nYou see them 24's spinnin'? I earned 'em\nAnd I ain't no preacher, but here's my Erick Sermon\nSo eat this black music and tell me how it taste now\nAnd fuck Jesse Jackson, 'cause it ain't about race now\nSometimes I think about my life, with my face down\nThen I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile\n(My life-)\nDamn, I know his mama proud; and since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my mama now\nAnd like M.J.B. no more drama now\nLivin' the good life, me and Common on common ground\nI spit crack, and niggas could drive it out of town\nGot a Chris Paul mindstate, I'm never out of bounds\nMy life used to be empty like a Glock without a round\nNow my life full like a chopper with a thousand rounds\n\nAnd I'm grinding 'til I'm tired\nYou ain't grinding 'til you tired\nSo I'm grinding with my eyes wide\nLookin' to find a way through the day, a light for the night\n\nDear Lord, you done took so many of my people\nI'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life\nLike what the hell am I doin' right? My life\nWalk through the gates of hell, see my Impala parked in front\n\nWith the high beams on, me and the devil sharin' chronic blunts\nListening to the Chronic album, playin' backwards\nShooting at pictures of Don Imus for target practice\nMy mind fucked up, so I cover it with a Raider hood\nI'm from the city that made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge (Compton, Compton)\nMade my grandmother pray for good\nIt never made her happy, but I bet that new Mercedes could\nAin't no bars, but niggas can't escape the hood\n\nAnd it took so many of my niggas that I should hate the hood\nBut it's real niggas like me that make the hood\nRidin' slow in that Phantom just the way I should\nWith the top back, in my Sox hat\nI'm paid in full, the nigga Alpo couldn't stop that\nEven if they brought the nigga Pac back\nI'd still keep this motherfucker cocked back\n\nAnd I'm grindin' 'til I'm tired\nYou ain't grinding 'til you tired\nSo I'm grinding with my eyes wide\nLooking to find a way through the day, a light for the night\nDear Lord, you done took so many of my people\nI'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life\nLike what the hell am I doing right? My life\n\nMy life\nMy life\nMy life","syncedLyrics":"[00:28.35] And I'm grinding 'til I'm tired\n[00:31.81] You ain't grinding 'til you tired\n[00:35.08] So I'm grinding with my eyes wide\n[00:37.71] Lookin' to find a way through the day, a light for the night\n[00:42.27] Dear Lord, you done took so many of my people\n[00:45.78] I'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life\n[00:50.79] Like what the hell am I doing right? My life\n[00:55.38] Take me away from the hood, like a state penitentiary\n[00:57.70] Take me away from the hood, in a casket or a Bentley\n[01:01.14] Take me away, like I overdosed on cocaine\n[01:04.61] Or take me away, like a bullet from Kurt Cobain\n[01:08.32] Suicide, I'm from a windy city, like Do or Die\n[01:11.38] From a block close to where Biggie was crucified\n[01:14.50] That was Brooklyn's Jesus, shot for no fuckin' reason\n[01:17.96] And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces?\n[01:21.46] 'Cause that's Jesus, people – and Game, he's the equal\n[01:24.66] Hated on so much, Passion of Christ need a sequel\n[01:27.86] Yeah, like Roc-a-Fella needed Siegel\n[01:30.88] Like I needed my father, but he needed a needle\n[01:34.02] I need some meditation so I can lead my people\n[01:37.43] They asking: \"Why, why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?\"\n[01:40.64] And why every hood nigga feed off evil?\n[01:44.18] Answer my question 'fore this bullet leave this Desert Eagle\n[01:47.04] And I'm grinding 'til I'm tired\n[01:50.61] You ain't grinding 'til you tired\n[01:52.53] So I'm grinding with my eyes wide\n[01:55.74] Lookin' to find a way through the day, a light for the night\n[02:00.08] Dear Lord, you done took so many of my people\n[02:03.57] I'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life\n[02:08.56] Like what the hell am I doin' right? My life\n[02:13.99] We are not the same, I am a Martian\n[02:16.84] So approach my Phantom doors with caution\n[02:19.57] You see them 24's spinnin'? I earned 'em\n[02:22.97] And I ain't no preacher, but here's my Erick Sermon\n[02:25.66] So eat this black music and tell me how it taste now\n[02:29.13] And fuck Jesse Jackson, 'cause it ain't about race now\n[02:32.56] Sometimes I think about my life, with my face down\n[02:36.04] Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile\n[02:39.00] (My life-)\n[02:40.86] Damn, I know his mama proud; and since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my mama now\n[02:45.98] And like M.J.B. no more drama now\n[02:48.61] Livin' the good life, me and Common on common ground\n[02:52.89] I spit crack, and niggas could drive it out of town\n[02:55.26] Got a Chris Paul mindstate, I'm never out of bounds\n[02:58.42] My life used to be empty like a Glock without a round\n[03:01.64] Now my life full like a chopper with a thousand rounds\n[03:05.72] And I'm grinding 'til I'm tired\n[03:07.17] You ain't grinding 'til you tired\n[03:10.60] So I'm grinding with my eyes wide\n[03:13.80] Lookin' to find a way through the day, a light for the night\n[03:18.10] Dear Lord, you done took so many of my people\n[03:21.23] I'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life\n[03:25.83] Like what the hell am I doin' right? My life\n[03:31.18] Walk through the gates of hell, see my Impala parked in front\n[03:33.86] With the high beams on, me and the devil sharin' chronic blunts\n[03:37.25] Listening to the Chronic album, playin' backwards\n[03:40.50] Shooting at pictures of Don Imus for target practice\n[03:43.79] My mind fucked up, so I cover it with a Raider hood\n[03:47.13] I'm from the city that made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge (Compton, Compton)\n[03:51.78] Made my grandmother pray for good\n[03:53.56] It never made her happy, but I bet that new Mercedes could\n[03:56.72] Ain't no bars, but niggas can't escape the hood\n[04:00.22] And it took so many of my niggas that I should hate the hood\n[04:03.43] But it's real niggas like me that make the hood\n[04:06.99] Ridin' slow in that Phantom just the way I should\n[04:09.87] With the top back, in my Sox hat\n[04:13.56] I'm paid in full, the nigga Alpo couldn't stop that\n[04:16.24] Even if they brought the nigga Pac back\n[04:19.71] I'd still keep this motherfucker cocked back\n[04:22.36] And I'm grindin' 'til I'm tired\n[04:24.90] You ain't grinding 'til you tired\n[04:28.19] So I'm grinding with my eyes wide\n[04:31.67] Looking to find a way through the day, a light for the night\n[04:35.88] Dear Lord, you done took so many of my people\n[04:39.65] I'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life\n[04:44.49] Like what the hell am I doing right? 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My life\n\nWe are not the same, I am a Martian\nSo approach my Phantom doors with caution\nYou see them 24's spinnin'? I earned 'em\nAnd I ain't no preacher, but here's my Erick Sermon\nSo eat this black music and tell me how it taste now\nAnd fuck Jesse Jackson, 'cause it ain't about race now\nSometimes I think about my life, with my face down\nThen I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile\n(My life-)\nDamn, I know his mama proud; and since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my mama now\nAnd like M.J.B. no more drama now\nLivin' the good life, me and Common on common ground\nI spit crack, and niggas could drive it out of town\nGot a Chris Paul mindstate, I'm never out of bounds\nMy life used to be empty like a Glock without a round\nNow my life full like a chopper with a thousand rounds\n\nAnd I'm grinding 'til I'm tired\nYou ain't grinding 'til you tired\nSo I'm grinding with my eyes wide\nLookin' to find a way through the day, a light for the night\n\nDear Lord, you done took so many of my people\nI'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life\nLike what the hell am I doin' right? 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My life\n\nWe are not the same, I am a Martian\nSo approach my Phantom doors with caution\nYou see them 24's spinnin'? I earned 'em\nAnd I ain't no preacher, but here's my Erick Sermon\nSo eat this black music and tell me how it taste now\nAnd fuck Jesse Jackson, 'cause it ain't about race now\nSometimes I think about my life, with my face down\nThen I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile\n(My life-)\nDamn, I know his mama proud; and since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my mama now\nAnd like M.J.B. no more drama now\nLivin' the good life, me and Common on common ground\nI spit crack, and niggas could drive it out of town\nGot a Chris Paul mindstate, I'm never out of bounds\nMy life used to be empty like a Glock without a round\nNow my life full like a chopper with a thousand rounds\n\nAnd I'm grinding 'til I'm tired\nYou ain't grinding 'til you tired\nSo I'm grinding with my eyes wide\nLookin' to find a way through the day, a light for the night\n\nDear Lord, you done took so many of my people\nI'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life\nLike what the hell am I doin' right? 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My life\n[03:30.24] Walk through the gates of hell, see my Impala parked in front\n[03:33.67] With the high beams on, me and the devil sharin' chronic blunts\n[03:37.12] Listening to the Chronic album, playin' backwards\n[03:40.32] Shooting at pictures of Don Imus for target practice\n[03:43.34] My mind fucked up, so I cover it with a Raider hood\n[03:47.01] I'm from the city that made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge (Compton, Compton)\n[03:51.77] Made my grandmother pray for good\n[03:53.52] It never made her happy, but I bet that new Mercedes could\n[03:56.83] Ain't no bars, but niggas can't escape the hood\n[04:00.14] And it took so many of my niggas that I should hate the hood\n[04:03.28] But it's real niggas like me that make the hood\n[04:06.45] Ridin' slow in that Phantom just the way I should\n[04:10.50] With the top back, in my Sox hat\n[04:12.85] I'm paid in full, the nigga Alpo couldn't stop that\n[04:16.99] Even if they brought the nigga Pac back\n[04:19.77] I'd still keep this motherfucker cocked back\n[04:22.48] And I'm grindin' 'til I'm tired\n[04:24.99] You ain't grinding 'til you tired\n[04:28.51] So I'm grinding with my eyes wide\n[04:31.44] Looking to find a way through the day, a light for the night\n[04:35.98] Dear Lord, you done took so many of my people\n[04:39.07] I'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life\n[04:44.26] Like what the hell am I doing right? 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My life\n\n  We are not the same, I am a Martian\n  So approach my Phantom doors with caution\n  You see them 24's spinnin'? I earned 'em\n  And I ain't no preacher, but here's my Erick Sermon\n  So eat this black music and tell me how it taste now\n  And fuck Jesse Jackson, 'cause it ain't about race now\n  Sometimes I think about my life, with my face down\n  Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile\n  (My life-)\n  Damn, I know his mama proud; and since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my mama now\n  And like M.J.B. no more drama now\n  Livin' the good life, me and Common on common ground\n  I spit crack, and niggas could drive it out of town\n  Got a Chris Paul mindstate, I'm never out of bounds\n  My life used to be empty like a Glock without a round\n  Now my life full like a chopper with a thousand rounds\n\n  And I'm grinding 'til I'm tired\n  You ain't grinding 'til you tired\n  So I'm grinding with my eyes wide\n  Lookin' to find a way through the day, a light for the night\n\n  Dear Lord, you done took so many of my people\n  I'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life\n  Like what the hell am I doin' right? 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Jesse Jackson 'cause it ain't about race, now\nSometimes I think about my life, with my face down\nThen I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile\nDamn, I know his momma proud\nAnd since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my momma now\nAnd like M.J.B.,\"No More Drama\" now\nLiving the \"Good Life\", me and Common on common ground\nI spit crack, and niggas could drive it out of town\nGot a Chris Paul mind state, I'm never out of bounds\nMy life used to be empty like a Glock without a round\nNow my life full, like a chopper with a thousand rounds\nAnd I'm grindin' til I'm attacked\nThey say \"You ain't grindin' til you tired\"\nSo I'm grindin' with my eyes wide\nLooking to find, a way through the day\nA light, for the night\nDear Lord, you've done took so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why\nYou haven't taken my life?\nLike, what the hell am I doing right?\nMy life\nWalk through the gates of Hell, see my Impala parked in front\nWith the high beams on, me and the Devil 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So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide\n  Looking to find, a way through the day\n  A light, for the night\n  Dear Lord, you've done took so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why\n  You haven't taken my life?\n  Like, what the hell am I doing right?\n  My life\n  (My life)\n"},{"id":27643391,"name":"My Life (album version)","trackName":"My Life (album version)","artistName":"The Game","albumName":"My Life","duration":326.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And I'm grinding 'til I'm tired\nYou ain't grinding 'til you tired\nSo I'm grinding with my eyes wide\nLookin' to find a way through the day, a light for the night\nDear Lord, you done took so many of my people\nI'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life\nLike what the hell am I doing right? My life\n\nTake me away from the hood, like a state penitentiary\nTake me away from the hood, in a casket or a Bentley\nTake me away, like I overdosed on cocaine\nOr take me away, like a bullet from Kurt Cobain\nSuicide, I'm from a windy city, like Do or Die\nFrom a block close to where Biggie was crucified\nThat was Brooklyn's Jesus, shot for no fuckin' reason\n\nAnd you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces?\n'Cause that's Jesus, people – and Game, he's the equal\nHated on so much, Passion of Christ need a sequel\nYeah, like Roc-a-Fella needed Siegel\nLike I needed my father, but he needed a needle\nI need some meditation so I can lead my people\nThey asking: \"Why, why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?\"\nAnd why every hood nigga feed off evil?\nAnswer my question 'fore this bullet leave this Desert Eagle\n\nAnd I'm grinding 'til I'm tired\nYou ain't grinding 'til you tired\nSo I'm grinding with my eyes wide\nLookin' to find a way through the day, a light for the night\nDear Lord, you done took so many of my people\nI'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life\nLike what the hell am I doin' right? My life\n\nWe are not the same, I am a Martian\nSo approach my Phantom doors with caution\nYou see them 24's spinnin'? I earned 'em\nAnd I ain't no preacher, but here's my Erick Sermon\nSo eat this black music and tell me how it taste now\nAnd fuck Jesse Jackson, 'cause it ain't about race now\nSometimes I think about my life, with my face down\nThen I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile\n(My life-)\nDamn, I know his mama proud; and since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my mama now\nAnd like M.J.B. no more drama now\nLivin' the good life, me and Common on common ground\nI spit crack, and niggas could drive it out of town\nGot a Chris Paul mindstate, I'm never out of bounds\nMy life used to be empty like a Glock without a round\nNow my life full like a chopper with a thousand rounds\n\nAnd I'm grinding 'til I'm tired\nYou ain't grinding 'til you tired\nSo I'm grinding with my eyes wide\nLookin' to find a way through the day, a light for the night\n\nDear Lord, you done took so many of my people\nI'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life\nLike what the hell am I doin' right? My life\nWalk through the gates of hell, see my Impala parked in front\n\nWith the high beams on, me and the devil sharin' chronic blunts\nListening to the Chronic album, playin' backwards\nShooting at pictures of Don Imus for target practice\nMy mind fucked up, so I cover it with a Raider hood\nI'm from the city that made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge (Compton, Compton)\nMade my grandmother pray for good\nIt never made her happy, but I bet that new Mercedes could\nAin't no bars, but niggas can't escape the hood\n\nAnd it took so many of my niggas that I should hate the hood\nBut it's real niggas like me that make the hood\nRidin' slow in that Phantom just the way I should\nWith the top back, in my Sox hat\nI'm paid in full, the nigga Alpo couldn't stop that\nEven if they brought the nigga Pac back\nI'd still keep this motherfucker cocked back\n\nAnd I'm grindin' 'til I'm tired\nYou ain't grinding 'til you tired\nSo I'm grinding with my eyes wide\nLooking to find a way through the day, a light for the night\nDear Lord, you done took so many of my people\nI'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life\nLike what the hell am I doing right? 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I earned 'em\n[02:22.97] And I ain't no preacher, but here's my Erick Sermon\n[02:25.66] So eat this black music and tell me how it taste now\n[02:29.13] And fuck Jesse Jackson, 'cause it ain't about race now\n[02:32.56] Sometimes I think about my life, with my face down\n[02:36.04] Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile\n[02:39.00] (My life-)\n[02:40.86] Damn, I know his mama proud; and since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my mama now\n[02:45.98] And like M.J.B. no more drama now\n[02:48.61] Livin' the good life, me and Common on common ground\n[02:52.89] I spit crack, and niggas could drive it out of town\n[02:55.26] Got a Chris Paul mindstate, I'm never out of bounds\n[02:58.42] My life used to be empty like a Glock without a round\n[03:01.64] Now my life full like a chopper with a thousand rounds\n[03:05.72] And I'm grinding 'til I'm tired\n[03:07.17] You ain't grinding 'til you tired\n[03:10.60] So I'm grinding with my eyes wide\n[03:13.80] Lookin' to find a way through the day, a light for the night\n[03:18.10] Dear Lord, you done took so many of my people\n[03:21.23] I'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life\n[03:25.83] Like what the hell am I doin' right? 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My life\n\nWe are not the same, I am a Martian\nSo approach my Phantom doors with caution\nYou see them 24's spinnin'? I earned 'em\nAnd I ain't no preacher, but here's my Erick Sermon\nSo eat this black music and tell me how it taste now\nAnd fuck Jesse Jackson, 'cause it ain't about race now\nSometimes I think about my life, with my face down\nThen I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile\n(My life-)\nDamn, I know his mama proud; and since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my mama now\nAnd like M.J.B. no more drama now\nLivin' the good life, me and Common on common ground\nI spit crack, and niggas could drive it out of town\nGot a Chris Paul mindstate, I'm never out of bounds\nMy life used to be empty like a Glock without a round\nNow my life full like a chopper with a thousand rounds\n\nAnd I'm grinding 'til I'm tired\nYou ain't grinding 'til you tired\nSo I'm grinding with my eyes wide\nLookin' to find a way through the day, a light for the night\n\nDear Lord, you done took so many of my people\nI'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life\nLike what the hell am I doin' right? My life\nWalk through the gates of hell, see my Impala parked in front\n\nWith the high beams on, me and the devil sharin' chronic blunts\nListening to the Chronic album, playin' backwards\nShooting at pictures of Don Imus for target practice\nMy mind fucked up, so I cover it with a Raider hood\nI'm from the city that made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge (Compton, Compton)\nMade my grandmother pray for good\nIt never made her happy, but I bet that new Mercedes could\nAin't no bars, but niggas can't escape the hood\n\nAnd it took so many of my niggas that I should hate the hood\nBut it's real niggas like me that make the hood\nRidin' slow in that Phantom just the way I should\nWith the top back, in my Sox hat\nI'm paid in full, the nigga Alpo couldn't stop that\nEven if they brought the nigga Pac back\nI'd still keep this motherfucker cocked back\n\nAnd I'm grindin' 'til I'm tired\nYou ain't grinding 'til you tired\nSo I'm grinding with my eyes wide\nLooking to find a way through the day, a light for the night\nDear Lord, you done took so many of my people\nI'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life\nLike what the hell am I doing right? 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My life\n[00:52.19] Take me away from the hood, like a state penitentiary\n[00:57.55] Take me away from the hood, in a casket or a Bentley\n[01:00.94] Take me away, like I overdosed on cocaine\n[01:04.54] Or take me away, like a bullet from Kurt Cobain\n[01:07.64] Suicide, I'm from a windy city, like Do or Die\n[01:11.24] From a block close to where Biggie was crucified\n[01:14.58] That was Brooklyn's Jesus, shot for no fuckin' reason\n[01:17.34] And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces?\n[01:20.91] 'Cause that's Jesus, people – and Game, he's the equal\n[01:24.37] Hated on so much, Passion of Christ need a sequel\n[01:27.52] Yeah, like Roc-a-Fella needed Siegel\n[01:30.72] Like I needed my father, but he needed a needle\n[01:33.94] I need some meditation so I can lead my people\n[01:37.26] They asking: \"Why, why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?\"\n[01:40.77] And why every hood nigga feed off evil?\n[01:43.69] Answer my question 'fore this bullet leave this Desert Eagle\n[01:45.88] And I'm grinding 'til I'm tired\n[01:48.92] You ain't grinding 'til you tired\n[01:52.52] So I'm grinding with my eyes wide\n[01:55.38] Lookin' to find a way through the day, a light for the night\n[02:00.08] Dear Lord, you done took so many of my people\n[02:03.30] I'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life\n[02:08.30] Like what the hell am I doin' right? My life\n[02:12.56] We are not the same, I am a Martian\n[02:15.83] So approach my Phantom doors with caution\n[02:19.16] You see them 24's spinnin'? I earned 'em\n[02:22.13] And I ain't no preacher, but here's my Erick Sermon\n[02:25.35] So eat this black music and tell me how it taste now\n[02:28.75] And fuck Jesse Jackson, 'cause it ain't about race now\n[02:32.38] Sometimes I think about my life, with my face down\n[02:35.47] Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile\n[02:38.36] (My life-)\n[02:40.07] Damn, I know his mama proud; and since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my mama now\n[02:44.96] And like M.J.B. no more drama now\n[02:48.62] Livin' the good life, me and Common on common ground\n[02:51.61] I spit crack, and niggas could drive it out of town\n[02:54.75] Got a Chris Paul mindstate, I'm never out of bounds\n[02:58.24] My life used to be empty like a Glock without a round\n[03:01.48] Now my life full like a chopper with a thousand rounds\n[03:03.95] And I'm grinding 'til I'm tired\n[03:06.89] You ain't grinding 'til you tired\n[03:10.32] So I'm grinding with my eyes wide\n[03:13.28] Lookin' to find a way through the day, a light for the night\n[03:16.63] Dear Lord, you done took so many of my people\n[03:21.78] I'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life\n[03:24.75] Like what the hell am I doin' right? My life\n[03:29.53] Walk through the gates of hell, see my Impala parked in front\n[03:33.77] With the high beams on, me and the devil sharin' chronic blunts\n[03:36.87] Listening to the Chronic album, playin' backwards\n[03:40.15] Shooting at pictures of Don Imus for target practice\n[03:43.26] My mind fucked up, so I cover it with a Raider hood\n[03:46.66] I'm from the city that made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge (Compton, Compton)\n[03:50.55] Made my grandmother pray for good\n[03:53.06] It never made her happy, but I bet that new Mercedes could\n[03:56.12] Ain't no bars, but niggas can't escape the hood\n[03:59.69] And it took so many of my niggas that I should hate the hood\n[04:02.93] But it's real niggas like me that make the hood\n[04:06.55] Ridin' slow in that Phantom just the way I should\n[04:09.84] With the top back, in my Sox hat\n[04:13.18] I'm paid in full, the nigga Alpo couldn't stop that\n[04:16.13] Even if they brought the nigga Pac back\n[04:19.43] I'd still keep this motherfucker cocked back\n[04:21.74] And I'm grindin' 'til I'm tired\n[04:24.90] You ain't grinding 'til you tired\n[04:28.18] So I'm grinding with my eyes wide\n[04:31.27] Looking to find a way through the day, a light for the night\n[04:35.72] Dear Lord, you done took so many of my people\n[04:39.23] I'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life\n[04:41.92] Like what the hell am I doing right? 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My life\n\nWe are not the same, I am a Martian\nSo approach my Phantom doors with caution\nYou see them 24's spinnin'? I earned 'em\nAnd I ain't no preacher, but here's my Erick Sermon\nSo eat this black music and tell me how it taste now\nAnd fuck Jesse Jackson, 'cause it ain't about race now\nSometimes I think about my life, with my face down\nThen I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile\n(My life-)\nDamn, I know his mama proud; and since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my mama now\nAnd like M.J.B. no more drama now\nLivin' the good life, me and Common on common ground\nI spit crack, and niggas could drive it out of town\nGot a Chris Paul mindstate, I'm never out of bounds\nMy life used to be empty like a Glock without a round\nNow my life full like a chopper with a thousand rounds\n\nAnd I'm grinding 'til I'm tired\nYou ain't grinding 'til you tired\nSo I'm grinding with my eyes wide\nLookin' to find a way through the day, a light for the night\n\nDear Lord, you done took so many of my people\nI'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life\nLike what the hell am I doin' right? My life\nWalk through the gates of hell, see my Impala parked in front\n\nWith the high beams on, me and the devil sharin' chronic blunts\nListening to the Chronic album, playin' backwards\nShooting at pictures of Don Imus for target practice\nMy mind fucked up, so I cover it with a Raider hood\nI'm from the city that made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge (Compton, Compton)\nMade my grandmother pray for good\nIt never made her happy, but I bet that new Mercedes could\nAin't no bars, but niggas can't escape the hood\n\nAnd it took so many of my niggas that I should hate the hood\nBut it's real niggas like me that make the hood\nRidin' slow in that Phantom just the way I should\nWith the top back, in my Sox hat\nI'm paid in full, the nigga Alpo couldn't stop that\nEven if they brought the nigga Pac back\nI'd still keep this motherfucker cocked back\n\nAnd I'm grindin' 'til I'm tired\nYou ain't grinding 'til you tired\nSo I'm grinding with my eyes wide\nLooking to find a way through the day, a light for the night\nDear Lord, you done took so many of my people\nI'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life\nLike what the hell am I doing right? 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My life\n[01:46.97] We are not the same, I am a Martian\n[01:49.42] So approach my Phantom doors with caution\n[01:53.16] You see them 24's spinnin'? 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My life\n\nWe are not the same, I am a Martian\nSo approach my Phantom doors with caution\nYou see them 24's spinnin'? 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I earned 'em\n[02:22.13] And I ain't no preacher, but here's my Erick Sermon\n[02:25.35] So eat this black music and tell me how it taste now\n[02:28.75] And fuck Jesse Jackson, 'cause it ain't about race now\n[02:32.38] Sometimes I think about my life, with my face down\n[02:35.47] Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile\n[02:38.36] (My life-)\n[02:40.07] Damn, I know his mama proud; and since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my mama now\n[02:44.96] And like M.J.B. no more drama now\n[02:48.62] Livin' the good life, me and Common on common ground\n[02:51.61] I spit crack, and niggas could drive it out of town\n[02:54.75] Got a Chris Paul mindstate, I'm never out of bounds\n[02:58.24] My life used to be empty like a Glock without a round\n[03:01.48] Now my life full like a chopper with a thousand rounds\n[03:03.95] And I'm grinding 'til I'm tired\n[03:06.89] You ain't grinding 'til you tired\n[03:10.32] So I'm grinding with my eyes wide\n[03:13.28] Lookin' to find a way through the day, a light for the night\n[03:16.63] Dear Lord, you done took so many of my people\n[03:21.78] I'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life\n[03:24.75] Like what the hell am I doin' right? My life\n[03:29.53] Walk through the gates of hell, see my Impala parked in front\n[03:33.77] With the high beams on, me and the devil sharin' chronic blunts\n[03:36.87] Listening to the Chronic album, playin' backwards\n[03:40.15] Shooting at pictures of Don Imus for target practice\n[03:43.26] My mind fucked up, so I cover it with a Raider hood\n[03:46.66] I'm from the city that made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge (Compton, Compton)\n[03:50.55] Made my grandmother pray for good\n[03:53.06] It never made her happy, but I bet that new Mercedes could\n[03:56.12] Ain't no bars, but niggas can't escape the hood\n[03:59.69] And it took so many of my niggas that I should hate the hood\n[04:02.93] But it's real niggas like me that make the hood\n[04:06.55] Ridin' slow in that Phantom just the way I should\n[04:09.84] With the top back, in my Sox hat\n[04:13.18] I'm paid in full, the nigga Alpo couldn't stop that\n[04:16.13] Even if they brought the nigga Pac back\n[04:19.43] I'd still keep this motherfucker cocked back\n[04:21.74] And I'm grindin' 'til I'm tired\n[04:24.90] You ain't grinding 'til you tired\n[04:28.18] So I'm grinding with my eyes wide\n[04:31.27] Looking to find a way through the day, a light for the night\n[04:35.72] Dear Lord, you done took so many of my people\n[04:39.23] I'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life\n[04:41.92] Like what the hell am I doing right? 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My life\n[02:12.56] We are not the same, I am a Martian\n[02:15.83] So approach my Phantom doors with caution\n[02:19.16] You see them 24's spinnin'? 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My life\n[03:29.53] Walk through the gates of hell, see my Impala parked in front\n[03:33.77] With the high beams on, me and the devil sharin' chronic blunts\n[03:36.87] Listening to the Chronic album, playin' backwards\n[03:40.15] Shooting at pictures of Don Imus for target practice\n[03:43.26] My mind fucked up, so I cover it with a Raider hood\n[03:46.66] I'm from the city that made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge (Compton, Compton)\n[03:50.55] Made my grandmother pray for good\n[03:53.06] It never made her happy, but I bet that new Mercedes could\n[03:56.12] Ain't no bars, but niggas can't escape the hood\n[03:59.69] And it took so many of my niggas that I should hate the hood\n[04:02.93] But it's real niggas like me that make the hood\n[04:06.55] Ridin' slow in that Phantom just the way I should\n[04:09.84] With the top back, in my Sox hat\n[04:13.18] I'm paid in full, the nigga Alpo couldn't stop that\n[04:16.13] Even if they brought the nigga Pac back\n[04:19.43] I'd still keep this motherfucker cocked back\n[04:21.74] And I'm grindin' 'til I'm tired\n[04:24.90] You ain't grinding 'til you tired\n[04:28.18] So I'm grinding with my eyes wide\n[04:31.27] Looking to find a way through the day, a light for the night\n[04:35.72] Dear Lord, you done took so many of my people\n[04:39.23] I'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life\n[04:41.92] Like what the hell am I doing right? 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My life\n\nTake me away from the hood, like a state penitentiary\nTake me away from the hood, in a casket or a Bentley\nTake me away, like I overdosed on cocaine\nOr take me away, like a bullet from Kurt Cobain\nSuicide, I'm from a windy city, like Do or Die\nFrom a block close to where Biggie was crucified\nThat was Brooklyn's Jesus, shot for no fuckin' reason\n\nAnd you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces?\n'Cause that's Jesus, people – and Game, he's the equal\nHated on so much, Passion of Christ need a sequel\nYeah, like Roc-a-Fella needed Siegel\nLike I needed my father, but he needed a needle\nI need some meditation so I can lead my people\nThey asking: \"Why, why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?\"\nAnd why every hood nigga feed off evil?\nAnswer my question 'fore this bullet leave this Desert Eagle\n\nAnd I'm grinding 'til I'm tired\nYou ain't grinding 'til you tired\nSo I'm grinding with my eyes wide\nLookin' to find a way through the day, a light for the night\nDear Lord, you done took so many of my people\nI'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life\nLike what the hell am I doin' right? My life\n\nWe are not the same, I am a Martian\nSo approach my Phantom doors with caution\nYou see them 24's spinnin'? I earned 'em\nAnd I ain't no preacher, but here's my Erick Sermon\nSo eat this black music and tell me how it taste now\nAnd fuck Jesse Jackson, 'cause it ain't about race now\nSometimes I think about my life, with my face down\nThen I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile\n(My life-)\nDamn, I know his mama proud; and since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my mama now\nAnd like M.J.B. no more drama now\nLivin' the good life, me and Common on common ground\nI spit crack, and niggas could drive it out of town\nGot a Chris Paul mindstate, I'm never out of bounds\nMy life used to be empty like a Glock without a round\nNow my life full like a chopper with a thousand rounds\n\nAnd I'm grinding 'til I'm tired\nYou ain't grinding 'til you tired\nSo I'm grinding with my eyes wide\nLookin' to find a way through the day, a light for the night\n\nDear Lord, you done took so many of my people\nI'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life\nLike what the hell am I doin' right? My life\nWalk through the gates of hell, see my Impala parked in front\n\nWith the high beams on, me and the devil sharin' chronic blunts\nListening to the Chronic album, playin' backwards\nShooting at pictures of Don Imus for target practice\nMy mind fucked up, so I cover it with a Raider hood\nI'm from the city that made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge (Compton, Compton)\nMade my grandmother pray for good\nIt never made her happy, but I bet that new Mercedes could\nAin't no bars, but niggas can't escape the hood\n\nAnd it took so many of my niggas that I should hate the hood\nBut it's real niggas like me that make the hood\nRidin' slow in that Phantom just the way I should\nWith the top back, in my Sox hat\nI'm paid in full, the nigga Alpo couldn't stop that\nEven if they brought the nigga Pac back\nI'd still keep this motherfucker cocked back\n\nAnd I'm grindin' 'til I'm tired\nYou ain't grinding 'til you tired\nSo I'm grinding with my eyes wide\nLooking to find a way through the day, a light for the night\nDear Lord, you done took so many of my people\nI'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life\nLike what the hell am I doing right? 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My life\n[01:46.97] We are not the same, I am a Martian\n[01:49.42] So approach my Phantom doors with caution\n[01:53.16] You see them 24's spinnin'? I earned 'em\n[01:56.30] And I ain't no preacher, but here's my Erick Sermon\n[01:59.27] So eat this black music and tell me how it taste now\n[02:02.63] And fuck Jesse Jackson, 'cause it ain't about race now\n[02:05.96] Sometimes I think about my life, with my face down\n[02:09.16] Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile\n[02:12.31] (My life-)\n[02:14.29] Damn, I know his mama proud; and since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my mama now\n[02:18.83] And like M.J.B. no more drama now\n[02:22.22] Livin' the good life, me and Common on common ground\n[02:25.77] I spit crack, and niggas could drive it out of town\n[02:28.92] Got a Chris Paul mindstate, I'm never out of bounds\n[02:32.03] My life used to be empty like a Glock without a round\n[02:35.54] Now my life full like a chopper with a thousand rounds\n[02:38.83] And I'm grinding 'til I'm tired\n[02:40.69] You ain't grinding 'til you tired\n[02:43.70] So I'm grinding with my eyes wide\n[02:46.99] Lookin' to find a way through the day, a light for the night\n[02:51.56] Dear Lord, you done took so many of my people\n[02:55.16] I'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life\n[02:59.53] Like what the hell am I doin' right? My life\n[03:04.44] Walk through the gates of hell, see my Impala parked in front\n[03:07.64] With the high beams on, me and the devil sharin' chronic blunts\n[03:10.92] Listening to the Chronic album, playin' backwards\n[03:13.97] Shooting at pictures of Don Imus for target practice\n[03:17.08] My mind fucked up, so I cover it with a Raider hood\n[03:20.30] I'm from the city that made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge (Compton, Compton)\n[03:24.04] Made my grandmother pray for good\n[03:27.30] It never made her happy, but I bet that new Mercedes could\n[03:30.57] Ain't no bars, but niggas can't escape the hood\n[03:33.76] And it took so many of my niggas that I should hate the hood\n[03:37.07] But it's real niggas like me that make the hood\n[03:40.27] Ridin' slow in that Phantom just the way I should\n[03:43.73] With the top back, in my Sox hat\n[03:46.60] I'm paid in full, the nigga Alpo couldn't stop that\n[03:49.83] Even if they brought the nigga Pac back\n[03:53.40] I'd still keep this motherfucker cocked back\n[03:56.62] And I'm grindin' 'til I'm tired\n[03:59.23] You ain't grinding 'til you tired\n[04:01.44] So I'm grinding with my eyes wide\n[04:04.84] Looking to find a way through the day, a light for the night\n[04:08.91] Dear Lord, you done took so many of my people\n[04:12.76] I'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life\n[04:16.48] Like what the hell am I doing right? 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My life\n\nWe are not the same, I am a Martian\nSo approach my Phantom doors with caution\nYou see them 24's spinnin'? I earned 'em\nAnd I ain't no preacher, but here's my Erick Sermon\nSo eat this black music and tell me how it taste now\nAnd fuck Jesse Jackson, 'cause it ain't about race now\nSometimes I think about my life, with my face down\nThen I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile\n(My life-)\nDamn, I know his mama proud; and since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my mama now\nAnd like M.J.B. no more drama now\nLivin' the good life, me and Common on common ground\nI spit crack, and niggas could drive it out of town\nGot a Chris Paul mindstate, I'm never out of bounds\nMy life used to be empty like a Glock without a round\nNow my life full like a chopper with a thousand rounds\n\nAnd I'm grinding 'til I'm tired\nYou ain't grinding 'til you tired\nSo I'm grinding with my eyes wide\nLookin' to find a way through the day, a light for the night\n\nDear Lord, you done took so many of my people\nI'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life\nLike what the hell am I doin' right? My life\nWalk through the gates of hell, see my Impala parked in front\n\nWith the high beams on, me and the devil sharin' chronic blunts\nListening to the Chronic album, playin' backwards\nShooting at pictures of Don Imus for target practice\nMy mind fucked up, so I cover it with a Raider hood\nI'm from the city that made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge (Compton, Compton)\nMade my grandmother pray for good\nIt never made her happy, but I bet that new Mercedes could\nAin't no bars, but niggas can't escape the hood\n\nAnd it took so many of my niggas that I should hate the hood\nBut it's real niggas like me that make the hood\nRidin' slow in that Phantom just the way I should\nWith the top back, in my Sox hat\nI'm paid in full, the nigga Alpo couldn't stop that\nEven if they brought the nigga Pac back\nI'd still keep this motherfucker cocked back\n\nAnd I'm grindin' 'til I'm tired\nYou ain't grinding 'til you tired\nSo I'm grinding with my eyes wide\nLooking to find a way through the day, a light for the night\nDear Lord, you done took so many of my people\nI'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life\nLike what the hell am I doing right? 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My life\n[00:55.51] Take me away from the hood, like a state penitentiary\n[00:57.62] Take me away from the hood, in a casket or a Bentley\n[01:01.43] Take me away, like I overdosed on cocaine\n[01:05.44] Or take me away, like a bullet from Kurt Cobain\n[01:08.25] Suicide, I'm from a windy city, like Do or Die\n[01:11.81] From a block close to where Biggie was crucified\n[01:14.77] That was Brooklyn's Jesus, shot for no fuckin' reason\n[01:17.98] And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces?\n[01:21.17] 'Cause that's Jesus, people – and Game, he's the equal\n[01:24.70] Hated on so much, Passion of Christ need a sequel\n[01:27.87] Yeah, like Roc-a-Fella needed Siegel\n[01:31.36] Like I needed my father, but he needed a needle\n[01:34.19] I need some meditation so I can lead my people\n[01:36.94] They asking: \"Why, why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?\"\n[01:40.93] And why every hood nigga feed off evil?\n[01:43.62] Answer my question 'fore this bullet leave this Desert Eagle\n[01:46.48] And I'm grinding 'til I'm tired\n[01:48.98] You ain't grinding 'til you tired\n[01:52.24] So I'm grinding with my eyes wide\n[01:55.77] Lookin' to find a way through the day, a light for the night\n[01:59.75] Dear Lord, you done took so many of my people\n[02:03.14] I'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life\n[02:08.20] Like what the hell am I doin' right? My life\n[02:12.57] We are not the same, I am a Martian\n[02:16.31] So approach my Phantom doors with caution\n[02:19.58] You see them 24's spinnin'? I earned 'em\n[02:23.44] And I ain't no preacher, but here's my Erick Sermon\n[02:26.19] So eat this black music and tell me how it taste now\n[02:28.91] And fuck Jesse Jackson, 'cause it ain't about race now\n[02:32.74] Sometimes I think about my life, with my face down\n[02:35.92] Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile\n[02:38.72] (My life-)\n[02:40.56] Damn, I know his mama proud; and since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my mama now\n[02:45.26] And like M.J.B. no more drama now\n[02:48.95] Livin' the good life, me and Common on common ground\n[02:51.91] I spit crack, and niggas could drive it out of town\n[02:55.58] Got a Chris Paul mindstate, I'm never out of bounds\n[02:58.42] My life used to be empty like a Glock without a round\n[03:01.89] Now my life full like a chopper with a thousand rounds\n[03:05.03] And I'm grinding 'til I'm tired\n[03:07.02] You ain't grinding 'til you tired\n[03:10.37] So I'm grinding with my eyes wide\n[03:13.90] Lookin' to find a way through the day, a light for the night\n[03:17.70] Dear Lord, you done took so many of my people\n[03:20.91] I'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life\n[03:26.12] Like what the hell am I doin' right? My life\n[03:30.22] Walk through the gates of hell, see my Impala parked in front\n[03:33.61] With the high beams on, me and the devil sharin' chronic blunts\n[03:37.19] Listening to the Chronic album, playin' backwards\n[03:40.36] Shooting at pictures of Don Imus for target practice\n[03:43.37] My mind fucked up, so I cover it with a Raider hood\n[03:47.04] I'm from the city that made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge (Compton, Compton)\n[03:51.71] Made my grandmother pray for good\n[03:53.57] It never made her happy, but I bet that new Mercedes could\n[03:56.81] Ain't no bars, but niggas can't escape the hood\n[04:00.13] And it took so many of my niggas that I should hate the hood\n[04:03.24] But it's real niggas like me that make the hood\n[04:06.44] Ridin' slow in that Phantom just the way I should\n[04:10.42] With the top back, in my Sox hat\n[04:12.86] I'm paid in full, the nigga Alpo couldn't stop that\n[04:16.98] Even if they brought the nigga Pac back\n[04:19.74] I'd still keep this motherfucker cocked back\n[04:22.46] And I'm grindin' 'til I'm tired\n[04:24.95] You ain't grinding 'til you tired\n[04:28.60] So I'm grinding with my eyes wide\n[04:31.43] Looking to find a way through the day, a light for the night\n[04:35.97] Dear Lord, you done took so many of my people\n[04:39.08] I'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life\n[04:44.25] Like what the hell am I doing right? 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the night\nDear Lord, you've done took so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why\nYou haven't taken my life?\nLike, what the hell am I doing right?\nMy life\n(My life)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: My Life (Radio Edit)\n  artist: The Game\n  album: My Life (UK Clean Version)\n  duration_ms: 216000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  And I'm grindin' til I'm attacked\n  They say \"You ain't grindin' till you tired\"\n  So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide\n  Looking to find a way through the day\n  A light, for the night\n  Dear Lord, you've done took so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why\n  You haven't taken my life?\n  Like, what the hell am I doing right?\n  My life\n  Take me away from the hood like a state penitentiary\n  Take me away from the hood in the casket or a Bentley\n  Take me away\n  Like I overdosed on cocaine\n  Or take me away like a bullet from Kurt Cobain\n  Suicide (suicide, suicide)\n  I'm from a Windy City, like \"Do or Die\"\n  From a block close to where Biggie was crucified\n  That was Brooklyn's Jesus\n  Shot for no fuckin' reason\n  And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces?\n  'Cause that's Jesus people\n  And The Game, he's the equal\n  Hated on so much, \"The Passion of Christ\" need a sequel\n  Yeah, like Roc-A-Fella needed Sigel\n  Like I needed my father, but he needed a needle\n  I need some meditation, so I can leave my people\n  They askin' \"Why?\" Why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?\n  And why every hood nigga feed off evil?\n  Answer my question before this bullet leave this Desert Eagle\n  And I'm grindin' til I'm attacked\n  They say \"You ain't grindin' till you tired\"\n  So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide\n  Looking to find, a way through the day\n  A light, for the night\n  Dear Lord, you've done took so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why\n  You haven't taken my life?\n  Like, what the hell am I doing right?\n  My life\n  We are not the same, I am a Martian\n  So approach my Phantom doors with caution\n  You see them 24's spinnin', I earned them\n  And I ain't no preacher but here's my Erick Sermon\n  So eat this black music and tell me how it taste now\n  And fuck Jesse Jackson 'cause it ain't about race, now\n  Sometimes I think about my life, with my face down\n  Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile\n  Damn, I know his momma proud\n  And since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my momma now\n  And like M.J.B.,\"No More Drama\" now\n  Living the \"Good Life\", me and Common on common ground\n  I spit crack, and niggas could drive it out of town\n  Got a Chris Paul mind state, I'm never out of bounds\n  My life used to be empty like a Glock without a round\n  Now my life full, like a chopper with a thousand rounds\n  And I'm grindin' til I'm attacked\n  They say \"You ain't grindin' til you tired\"\n  So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide\n  Looking to find, a way through the day\n  A light, for the night\n  Dear Lord, you've done took so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why\n  You haven't taken my life?\n  Like, what the hell am I doing right?\n  My life\n  Walk through the gates of Hell, see my Impala parked in front\n  With the high beams on, me and the Devil share chronic blunts\n  Listening to the \"Chronic\" album, playing backwards\n  Shootin' at pictures of Don Imus for target practice\n  My mind fucked up, so I cover it with a Raider hood\n  I'm from the city that made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge\n  Made my grandmother pray for good\n  And never made her happy, when I bet that new Mercedes could\n  Ain't no bars, but niggas can't escape the hood\n  They took so many of my niggas, that I should hate the hood\n  But it's real niggas like me, that make the hood\n  Ridin' slow in that Phantom just the way I should\n  With the top back\n  In my Sox hat\n  I'm paid in full, the nigga Alpo couldn't stop that\n  Even if they brought the nigga 'Pac back\n  I'd still keep this motherfucker cocked back\n  And I'm grindin' til I'm attacked\n  They say \"You ain't grindin' til you tired\"\n  So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide\n  Looking to find, a way through the day\n  A light, for the night\n  Dear Lord, you've done took so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why\n  You haven't taken my life?\n  Like, what the hell am I doing right?\n  My life\n  (My life)\n"},{"id":39467777,"name":"My Life (radio edit)","trackName":"My Life (radio edit)","artistName":"The Game feat. Lil Wayne","albumName":"My Life","duration":217.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And I'm grindin til I'm tired\nCause they said you ain't grindin til you tired\nSo I'm grindin with my eyes wide, looking to find\nA way through the day, a light for the night\nDear Lord: you done took so many of my people\n\nI'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life\nLike what the hell am I doing right?\nMy life\nTake me away from the hood, like a state penitentiary\nTake me away from the hood, in a casket or a Bentley\nTake me away, like I overdosed on cocaine\nOr take me away, like a bullet from Kurt Cobain\n\nSuicide, I'm from a Windy City, like Do or Die\n\nFrom a block close to where Biggie was crucified\nThat was Brooklyn's Jesus, shot for no fucking reason\nAnd you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces?\nCause that's Jesus, people - and Game, he's the equal\nHated on so much, \"Passion of Christ\" need a sequel\nYeah, like Roc-a-Fella needed Siegel\nLike I needed my father, but he needed a needle\nI need some meditation so I can lead my people\nThey asking why, why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?\nAnd why every hood nigga feed off evil?\nAnswer my question fore this bullet leave this Desert Eagle\nAnd I'm grindin til I'm tired\nCause they said you ain't grindin til you tired\nSo I'm grindin with my eyes wide, looking to find\n\nA way through the day, a light for the night\nDear Lord: you done took so many of my people\n\nI'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life\nLike what the hell am I doing right?\nMy life\nWe are not the same, I am a Martian\nSo approach my Phantom doors with caution\n\nYou see them 24's spinning? I earned 'em\nAnd I ain't no preacher but, here's my Erick Sermon\nSo eat this black music and tell me how it taste now\n\nAnd fuck Jesse Jackson cause it ain't about race now\nSometimes I think about my life, with my face down\nThen I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile\nDamn, I know his momma proud\nAnd since you helped me sell my dream we can share my momma now\nAnd like M.J.B., no more drama now\nLiving the good life, me and Common on common ground\nI spit crack, and niggas could drive it out of town\nGot a Chris Paul mind state, I'm never out of bounds\nMy life used to be empty like a Glock without a round\nNow my life full, like a chopper with a thousand rounds\nAnd I'm grindin til I'm tired\n\nCause they said you ain't grindin til you tired\nSo I'm grindin with my eyes wide, looking to find\nA way through the day, a light for the night\nDear Lord: you done took so many of my people\n\nI'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life\nLike what the hell am I doing right?\nMy life\n\nWalk through the gates of hell, see my Impala parked in front\nWith the high beams on, me and the devil sharing chronic blunts\nListening to the Chronic album playing backwards\nShooting at pictures of Don Imus for target practice\nMy mind fucked up, so I cover it with a Raider hood\n\nI'm from the city that made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge\n{\"Compton, Compton\"} Made my grandmother pray for good\nIt never made her happy, but I bet that new Mercedes could\nAin't no bars, but niggas can't escape the hood\nAnd it took so many of my niggas, that I should hate the hood\nBut it's real niggas like me that make the hood\nRiding slow in that Phantom just the way I should\nWith the top back, in my Sox hat\nI'm \"Paid in Full\", the nigga Alpo couldn't stop that\nEven if they brought the nigga Pac back\n\nI'll still keep this motherfucker cocked back\nAnd I'm grindin til I'm tired\nCause they said you ain't grindin til you tired\nSo I'm grindin with my eyes wide, looking to find\nA way through the day, a light for the night\nDear Lord: you done took so many of my people\nI'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life\nLike what the hell am I doing right?\nMy life\nMy life\nMy life","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: My Life (radio edit)\n  artist: The Game feat. Lil Wayne\n  album: My Life\n  duration_ms: 217000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  And I'm grindin til I'm tired\n  Cause they said you ain't grindin til you tired\n  So I'm grindin with my eyes wide, looking to find\n  A way through the day, a light for the night\n  Dear Lord: you done took so many of my people\n\n  I'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life\n  Like what the hell am I doing right?\n  My life\n  Take me away from the hood, like a state penitentiary\n  Take me away from the hood, in a casket or a Bentley\n  Take me away, like I overdosed on cocaine\n  Or take me away, like a bullet from Kurt Cobain\n\n  Suicide, I'm from a Windy City, like Do or Die\n\n  From a block close to where Biggie was crucified\n  That was Brooklyn's Jesus, shot for no fucking reason\n  And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces?\n  Cause that's Jesus, people - and Game, he's the equal\n  Hated on so much, \"Passion of Christ\" need a sequel\n  Yeah, like Roc-a-Fella needed Siegel\n  Like I needed my father, but he needed a needle\n  I need some meditation so I can lead my people\n  They asking why, why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?\n  And why every hood nigga feed off evil?\n  Answer my question fore this bullet leave this Desert Eagle\n  And I'm grindin til I'm tired\n  Cause they said you ain't grindin til you tired\n  So I'm grindin with my eyes wide, looking to find\n\n  A way through the day, a light for the night\n  Dear Lord: you done took so many of my people\n\n  I'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life\n  Like what the hell am I doing right?\n  My life\n  We are not the same, I am a Martian\n  So approach my Phantom doors with caution\n\n  You see them 24's spinning? I earned 'em\n  And I ain't no preacher but, here's my Erick Sermon\n  So eat this black music and tell me how it taste now\n\n  And fuck Jesse Jackson cause it ain't about race now\n  Sometimes I think about my life, with my face down\n  Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile\n  Damn, I know his momma proud\n  And since you helped me sell my dream we can share my momma now\n  And like M.J.B., no more drama now\n  Living the good life, me and Common on common ground\n  I spit crack, and niggas could drive it out of town\n  Got a Chris Paul mind state, I'm never out of bounds\n  My life used to be empty like a Glock without a round\n  Now my life full, like a chopper with a thousand rounds\n  And I'm grindin til I'm tired\n\n  Cause they said you ain't grindin til you tired\n  So I'm grindin with my eyes wide, looking to find\n  A way through the day, a light for the night\n  Dear Lord: you done took so many of my people\n\n  I'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life\n  Like what the hell am I doing right?\n  My life\n\n  Walk through the gates of hell, see my Impala parked in front\n  With the high beams on, me and the devil sharing chronic blunts\n  Listening to the Chronic album playing backwards\n  Shooting at pictures of Don Imus for target practice\n  My mind fucked up, so I cover it with a Raider hood\n\n  I'm from the city that made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge\n  {\"Compton, Compton\"} Made my grandmother pray for good\n  It never made her happy, but I bet that new Mercedes could\n  Ain't no bars, but niggas can't escape the hood\n  And it took so many of my niggas, that I should hate the hood\n  But it's real niggas like me that make the hood\n  Riding slow in that Phantom just the way I should\n  With the top back, in my Sox hat\n  I'm \"Paid in Full\", the nigga Alpo couldn't stop that\n  Even if they brought the nigga Pac back\n\n  I'll still keep this motherfucker cocked back\n  And I'm grindin til I'm tired\n  Cause they said you ain't grindin til you tired\n  So I'm grindin with my eyes wide, looking to find\n  A way through the day, a light for the night\n  Dear Lord: you done took so many of my people\n  I'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life\n  Like what the hell am I doing right?\n  My life\n  My life\n  My life\n"}]