Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Life, artist - The Game. Date of issue: 31.12.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
My Life |
| Punk-ass motherfucker, checkin shit |
| What you was gon’do, kill me in my sleep you bitch-ass nigga? |
| Tupac, Biggie, shut the fuck up! |
| Them fuckin dogs, barkin and shit (don't shoot, don’t shoot) |
| Fuck you nigga |
| And I’m grindin until I’m tired |
| Cause they said you ain’t grindin until you tired |
| So I’m grindin with my eyes wide, lookin to find |
| A way through the day, a life for the night |
| Dear Lord you done took so many of my people |
| I’m just wonderin why you haven’t taken my life (my life, my life) |
| Like what the hell am I doin right? |
| (doin right) |
| My life (my life, my life) |
| + (Lil Wayne) |
| Take me away from the hood, like a state penitentiary |
| Take me away from the hood, in a casket or a Bentley |
| Take me away, like I overdosed on cocaine |
| Or take me away, like a bullet from Kurt Cobain |
| 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 fuckin reason |
| And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces (my life, my life) |
| Cause that’s Jesus people, and Game, he’s the equal |
| Hated on some much +Passion+ that Christ need a sequel |
| Yeah, like Roc-a-Fella need a Sigel |
| Like I needed my father, but he needed a needle (my life, my life) |
| I need some meditation, so I can lead my people |
| They askin why, why did John Lennon leave The Beatles? |
| And why every hood nigga feed off evil? |
| Answer my question 'fore this bullet leave this Desert Eagle |
| + (Lil Wayne) |
| We are not the same, I am a Martian |
| So approach my Phantom doors with caution |
| You see them 24's spinnin? |
| I earned 'em |
| And all the pictures of me and Em, I burned 'em |
| So it ain’t no proof, that I ever walked through 8 Mile |
| And since it ain’t no Proof, I’ll never walk through 8 Mile |
| Sometimes I think about my life, with my face down |
| Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile (my life, my life) |
| 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 |
| Livin the +Good Life+, me and Common on common ground |
| I spit crack, and niggaz could drop it out of town |
| Got a Cris', call my estate, 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 |
| + (Lil Wayne) |
| Walk through the gates of hell, see my Impala parked in front |
| With the high beams on, me and the devil sharin chronic blunts |
| Listenin to the «Chronic"album, play it backwards |
| Shootin at pictures of Don Imus for target practice |
| My mind fucked up, so I cover it with a Raider hood |
| I’m from the city that made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge |
| Made my grandmother pray for good |
| It never made her happy, but I bet that new Mercedes could (my life, my life) |
| Ain’t no bars, but niggaz can’t escape the hood |
| It took so many of my niggaz, that I should hate the hood |
| But it’s real niggaz like me, that make the hood |
| Ridin slow in that Phantom just the way I should (my life, my life) |
| With the top back, in my Sox hat |
| I’m +Paid in Full+, the nigga Alpo couldn’t stop that |
| Even if they brought the nigga 'Pac back |
| I’ll still keep this motherfucker cocked back |
| My life (my life, my life) |
| My life (my life, my life) |
| My life (my life, my life) |