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The Game Ft. Lil Wayne - My Life [OFFICIAL Music Video] {UNCENSORED} *HQ*


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Uploaded: December 31, 1969 at 6:59 pm
Author: Hazelhood07
Length: 04:56
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The new music video from The Game's new album L.A.X coming August 26. Make sure you check it out. Here are the lyrics: [Lil' Wayne]And I'm grindin' till I'm tiredThey say you ain't grindin' till you tiredSo I'm grindin' with my eyes wideLooking to find, a way through the day, a life of the nightDear Lord you've done took so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' whyYou haven't taken my life (x3)Like what the he­­ll am I doing right? ( x3)[The Game]The hazing has BEGUNTake me away from the hood like a state penitentiaryTake me away from the hood in the casket or a BentleyTake me away, like I overdosed on coc­­aineTake me away like a bu­­llet from Kurt CobaineSui­­cide (Sui­­cide..sui­­cide..), I'm from a windy city, like "Do or Die"From a block close to where Biggie was crucifiedThat was Brooklyn's Jesus shot for no fuc­­kin' reasonAnd you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces (My Life x3)'Cause that's Jesus people and Game needs the equalHated on so much, "Passion of Christ" need a sequelYeah, like Roc-a-fella needed SigelLike I needed my father, but he needed a needle (My Life x3)I need some meditation, so I can leave my peopleThey askin' ""Why"? Why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?"And why every hood ni­­g­­­­ga feed off evil?Answer my question before this bullet leave this Desert Eagle[Lil' Wayne]And I'm grindin' till I'm tiredThey say you ain't grindin' till you tiredSo I'm grindin' with my eyes wideLooking to find, a way through the day, a life of the nightDear Lord you've done took so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' whyYou haven't taken my life (x3)Like what the he­­ll am I doing right? ( x3)[Verse 2]We are not the same, I am a MartianSo approach my Phantom doors with caution (caution)You see them 24's spinnin'? I earned themAnd all the pictures of me and Em, I burned themSo there ain't no proof that I ever walked through 8 MileAnd since there ain't no Proof, I never walked through 8 MileSometimes I think about my life with my face downThen I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile (My Life x3)Damn, I know his momma's proudAnd since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my momma nowAnd like MJB, no more drama nowLivin' the good life, me and Common on common groundI spit crack and ni­­g­­­­g­­as could drive it outta townGotta Chris Paul mind state, I'm never outta boundsMy life used to be empty like a glo­­ck without a roundNow my life full, like a chopper with a thousand rounds. (Gunshots)[Lil' Wayne]And I'm grindin' till I'm tiredThey say you ain't grindin' till you tiredSo I'm grindin' with my eyes wideLooking to find, a way through the day, a life of the nightDear Lord you've done took so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' whyYou haven't taken my life (x3)Like what the he­­ll am I doing right? ( x3)[Verse 3](My Life x3) Walk through the gates of He­­ll, see my Impala parked in frontThe high beams on, me and Devil share chro­­nic blu­­ntsListening to the "Chro­­nic" album, playing backwardsShootin' at pictures of Don Imus for target practiceMy mind fuc­­ked up, so I cover it with a Raider hoodI'm from the city that made you motherfuc­­kers afraid of Suge (Compton.... Compton...)Made my grandmother pray for goodAnd never made her happy, when I bet that new Mercedes Could (My Life x3)Ain't no bars, but ni­­g­­­­g­­as can't escape the hoodThey took so many of my ni­­g­­­­g­­as that I should hate the hoodBut it's real ni­­g­­­­g­­as like me that made the hoodRidin' slow with that Phantom just the way I should (My Life x3)With the top back in my Sox hatI'm paid in full; the ni­­g­­­­g­­a Alpo couldn't stop thatEven if they brought the ni­­g­­­­g­­a 'Pac backI'd still keep this motherf­­uc­­ker c­­o­­ck­­ed back[Lil' Wayne]And I'm grindin' till I'm tiredThey say you ain't grindin' till you tiredSo I'm grindin' with my eyes wideLooking to find, a way through the day, a life of the nightDear Lord you've done took so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' whyYou haven't taken my life (x3)Like what the he­­ll am I doing right? ( x3)(My Life x 3)(My Life x 3)(My Life x 3)

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