My Life Lyrics
| Song | My Life |
| Artist | Daby Touré |
| Album | Stereo Spirit |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| The Game Ft Lil' Wayne - My Life （5‘25） | |
| And I’m grindin’ til I’m tired | |
| They say "You ain’t grindin’ til you tired" | |
| So I’m grindin’ with my eyes wide | |
| Looking to find | |
| A way Through the day | |
| A life For the night | |
| Dear Lord, you’ve done took so many of my people | |
| but I’m just wonderin’ why | |
| You haven’t taken (my life? x3) | |
| Like what the hell am I (doing right? x3) | |
| (My Life x3) | |
| 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 cocaine | |
| 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 | |
| And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces? (My Life x3) | |
| 'Cause that's Jesus people | |
| And The Game, he's the equal | |
| Hated on so much, "The Passion of Christ" need a sequel | |
| Yeah, like Roc-a-fella needed Sigel | |
| Like I needed my father, but he needed a needle (My Life x3) | |
| I need some meditation, so I can leave my people | |
| They 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 | |
| And I’m grindin’ til I’m tired | |
| They say "You ain’t grindin’ til you tired" | |
| So I’m grindin’ with my eyes wide | |
| Looking to find | |
| A way Through the day | |
| A life For the night | |
| Dear Lord, you’ve done took so many of my people | |
| but I’m just wonderin’ why | |
| You haven’t taken (my life? x3) | |
| Like what the hell am I (doing right? x3) | |
| (My Life x3) | |
| 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 all the pictures of me and Em, I burned them | |
| So there ain't no proof that I ever walked through 8 Mile | |
| And since there ain't no Proof, I never walked 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 x3) | |
| Damn, I know his momma's proud | |
| And since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my momma now | |
| And like MJB, "No More Drama" now | |
| Livin’ the +good life+, me and Common on common ground | |
| I spit crack and niggas could drive it outta town | |
| Gotta Chris Paul mind state, I'm never outta bounds | |
| My life used to be empty like a glock without a round | |
| Now my life full, like a chopper with a thousand rounds (Gunshots) | |
| And I’m grindin’ 'til I’m tired | |
| They say "You ain’t grindin’ 'til you tired" | |
| So I’m grindin’ with my eyes wide | |
| Looking to find | |
| A way Through the day | |
| A life For the night | |
| Dear Lord you’ve done took so many of my people | |
| but I’m just wonderin’ why | |
| You haven’t taken (my life? x3) | |
| Like what the hell am I (doing right? x3) | |
| (My Life x3) | |
| Walk through the gates of Hell, see my Impala parked in front | |
| 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 | |
| Made my grandmother pray for good | |
| And never made her happy, when I bet that new Mercedes could (My Life x3) | |
| Ain't no bars, but niggas can't escape the hood | |
| They took so many of my niggas, that I should hate the hood | |
| But it's real niggas like me, that make the hood | |
| Ridin' slow in that Phantom just the way I should (My Life x3) | |
| 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 | |
| And I’m grindin’ til I’m tired | |
| They say "You ain’t grindin’ til you tired" | |
| So I’m grindin’ with my eyes wide | |
| Looking to find | |
| A way Through the day | |
| A life For the night | |
| Dear Lord you’ve done took so many of my people | |
| but I’m just wonderin’ why | |
| You haven’t taken (my life x3) | |
| Like what the hell am I (doing right? x3) | |
| (My Life x3) | |
| (My Life x3) | |
| (My Life x3) | |
| (My Life x3) |
| The Game Ft Lil' Wayne My Life 5' 25 | |
| And I' m grindin' til I' m tired | |
| They say " You ain' t grindin' til you tired" | |
| So I' m grindin' with my eyes wide | |
| Looking to find | |
| A way Through the day | |
| A life For the night | |
| Dear Lord, you' ve done took so many of my people | |
| but I' m just wonderin' why | |
| You haven' t taken my life? x3 | |
| Like what the hell am I doing right? x3 | |
| My Life x3 | |
| 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 cocaine | |
| 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 | |
| And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces? My Life x3 | |
| ' Cause that' s Jesus people | |
| And The Game, he' s the equal | |
| Hated on so much, " The Passion of Christ" need a sequel | |
| Yeah, like Rocafella needed Sigel | |
| Like I needed my father, but he needed a needle My Life x3 | |
| I need some meditation, so I can leave my people | |
| They 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 | |
| And I' m grindin' til I' m tired | |
| They say " You ain' t grindin' til you tired" | |
| So I' m grindin' with my eyes wide | |
| Looking to find | |
| A way Through the day | |
| A life For the night | |
| Dear Lord, you' ve done took so many of my people | |
| but I' m just wonderin' why | |
| You haven' t taken my life? x3 | |
| Like what the hell am I doing right? x3 | |
| My Life x3 | |
| 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 all the pictures of me and Em, I burned them | |
| So there ain' t no proof that I ever walked through 8 Mile | |
| And since there ain' t no Proof, I never walked 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 x3 | |
| Damn, I know his momma' s proud | |
| And since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my momma now | |
| And like MJB, " No More Drama" now | |
| Livin' the good life, me and Common on common ground | |
| I spit crack and niggas could drive it outta town | |
| Gotta Chris Paul mind state, I' m never outta bounds | |
| My life used to be empty like a glock without a round | |
| Now my life full, like a chopper with a thousand rounds Gunshots | |
| And I' m grindin' ' til I' m tired | |
| They say " You ain' t grindin' ' til you tired" | |
| So I' m grindin' with my eyes wide | |
| Looking to find | |
| A way Through the day | |
| A life For the night | |
| Dear Lord you' ve done took so many of my people | |
| but I' m just wonderin' why | |
| You haven' t taken my life? x3 | |
| Like what the hell am I doing right? x3 | |
| My Life x3 | |
| Walk through the gates of Hell, see my Impala parked in front | |
| 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 | |
| Made my grandmother pray for good | |
| And never made her happy, when I bet that new Mercedes could My Life x3 | |
| Ain' t no bars, but niggas can' t escape the hood | |
| They took so many of my niggas, that I should hate the hood | |
| But it' s real niggas like me, that make the hood | |
| Ridin' slow in that Phantom just the way I should My Life x3 | |
| 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 | |
| And I' m grindin' til I' m tired | |
| They say " You ain' t grindin' til you tired" | |
| So I' m grindin' with my eyes wide | |
| Looking to find | |
| A way Through the day | |
| A life For the night | |
| Dear Lord you' ve done took so many of my people | |
| but I' m just wonderin' why | |
| You haven' t taken my life x3 | |
| Like what the hell am I doing right? x3 | |
| My Life x3 | |
| My Life x3 | |
| My Life x3 | |
| My Life x3 |
| The Game Ft Lil' Wayne My Life 5' 25 | |
| And I' m grindin' til I' m tired | |
| They say " You ain' t grindin' til you tired" | |
| So I' m grindin' with my eyes wide | |
| Looking to find | |
| A way Through the day | |
| A life For the night | |
| Dear Lord, you' ve done took so many of my people | |
| but I' m just wonderin' why | |
| You haven' t taken my life? x3 | |
| Like what the hell am I doing right? x3 | |
| My Life x3 | |
| 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 cocaine | |
| 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 | |
| And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces? My Life x3 | |
| ' Cause that' s Jesus people | |
| And The Game, he' s the equal | |
| Hated on so much, " The Passion of Christ" need a sequel | |
| Yeah, like Rocafella needed Sigel | |
| Like I needed my father, but he needed a needle My Life x3 | |
| I need some meditation, so I can leave my people | |
| They 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 | |
| And I' m grindin' til I' m tired | |
| They say " You ain' t grindin' til you tired" | |
| So I' m grindin' with my eyes wide | |
| Looking to find | |
| A way Through the day | |
| A life For the night | |
| Dear Lord, you' ve done took so many of my people | |
| but I' m just wonderin' why | |
| You haven' t taken my life? x3 | |
| Like what the hell am I doing right? x3 | |
| My Life x3 | |
| 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 all the pictures of me and Em, I burned them | |
| So there ain' t no proof that I ever walked through 8 Mile | |
| And since there ain' t no Proof, I never walked 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 x3 | |
| Damn, I know his momma' s proud | |
| And since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my momma now | |
| And like MJB, " No More Drama" now | |
| Livin' the good life, me and Common on common ground | |
| I spit crack and niggas could drive it outta town | |
| Gotta Chris Paul mind state, I' m never outta bounds | |
| My life used to be empty like a glock without a round | |
| Now my life full, like a chopper with a thousand rounds Gunshots | |
| And I' m grindin' ' til I' m tired | |
| They say " You ain' t grindin' ' til you tired" | |
| So I' m grindin' with my eyes wide | |
| Looking to find | |
| A way Through the day | |
| A life For the night | |
| Dear Lord you' ve done took so many of my people | |
| but I' m just wonderin' why | |
| You haven' t taken my life? x3 | |
| Like what the hell am I doing right? x3 | |
| My Life x3 | |
| Walk through the gates of Hell, see my Impala parked in front | |
| 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 | |
| Made my grandmother pray for good | |
| And never made her happy, when I bet that new Mercedes could My Life x3 | |
| Ain' t no bars, but niggas can' t escape the hood | |
| They took so many of my niggas, that I should hate the hood | |
| But it' s real niggas like me, that make the hood | |
| Ridin' slow in that Phantom just the way I should My Life x3 | |
| 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 | |
| And I' m grindin' til I' m tired | |
| They say " You ain' t grindin' til you tired" | |
| So I' m grindin' with my eyes wide | |
| Looking to find | |
| A way Through the day | |
| A life For the night | |
| Dear Lord you' ve done took so many of my people | |
| but I' m just wonderin' why | |
| You haven' t taken my life x3 | |
| Like what the hell am I doing right? x3 | |
| My Life x3 | |
| My Life x3 | |
| My Life x3 | |
| My Life x3 |
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