My Life Chords by The Game, Lil Wayne

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I'm grinding til [Eb] I'm tired, [Ebm] so you [E] ain't grinding til [B] you're tired.
[Gb] So [Abm] I'm grinding with my [Ebm] eyes wide, looking [E] to find a way [B] through the day, [Gb] a life [Abm] for the night.
Dear Lord, [Ebm] you took so many of [E] my people, I'm just [B] wondering why [Gb] you haven't taken [Abm] my life.
_ [Ebm] _ Like what the [E] hell am I doing right?
[B] _ _ [Gb] _ [Abm] Take me away from the hood, [B] like a [Ebm] state penitentiary.
[E] Take me away from the hood, [B] in a [Gb] casket or a Bentley.
[Abm] Take me away, [Eb] like I overdosed on [E] cocaine.
Or take me away, [B] like a bullet from [Gb] Kurt [Abm] Cobain's suicide.
I'm from [Eb] a windy city, like you or [E] die.
From a block [B] close to where [Gb] Biggie was [Abm] crucified.
That was [Eb] Brooklyn's Jesus shot for no fucking [E] reason.
And you wonder why [B] Kanye [Gb] wears Jesus [Abm] pieces, cause that's Jesus people.
[Ebm] And gang needs [E] the equal, hating on so [Abm] much [B] passion that Christ need a [Abm] sequel.
Yeah.
_ [Eb] Like Rockefeller need a [E] sequel.
Like I needed my [B] father, but [Gb] he needed a [Abm] needle.
I need some [Ebm] meditation, so I can lead my [E] people.
They asking why, [B] why did John [Bbm] Lennon lead the [Ab] Beatles?
_ And why [Eb] every hood nigga feed on [E] evil?
Answer my question [B] for this bullet leader's deserter.
[Abm] And I'm grinding til [Eb] I'm tired, cause they say you [E] ain't grinding til [B] you're tired.
[Gb] So [Abm] I'm grinding with my [Eb] eyes wide.
Looking [E] to find a way through [B] the day, [Gb] a life for [Abm] the night.
Dear Lord, [Eb] you took so many of [E] my people.
I'm just [B] wondering why [Gb] you haven't taken [Abm] my _ _ life.
[Eb] Like what the [E] hell am I to go about [B] it?
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We are not the [Ebm] same.
I am a [E] Martian.
So approach [B] my phantom [Gb] doors with [Abm] caution.
You see them [Ebm] 24s spinning?
I earned [E] them.
And I ain't no preacher, [B] but here's my [Gb] eric sermon.
[Abm] So eat this black [Eb] music and tell me how it tastes [E] now.
Fuck Jesse Jackson, cause it ain't about race [Abm] now.
Sometimes I think [Eb] about my life with my face [E] down.
Then I see my sons [B] and put on that [Gb] Kanye [Abm] smile.
_ _ _ [Eb] Damn, I know it's mama [E] proud.
Since you helped me sell my [Abm] dream, we can [B] share my mama [Abm] now.
And like [Eb] MJB, no more drama [E] now.
Living the good life, me [B] and Common on common [Abm] ground.
I spit crack [Eb] and niggas could drive it out of [E] town.
Gotta crisp all [B] my state, I'm [Gb] never out of [Abm] bounds.
My life used to [Eb] be empty like a Glock without a [E] round.
Now my life full [B] like a chopper [Bbm] with a family [Abm] round.
I'm grinding until [Eb] I'm tired.
Cause this is who [E] ain't grinding until [B] you tired.
[Gb] So [Abm] I'm grinding with my [Eb] eyes wide.
Looking [E] to find a way through [B] the day, [Gb] a life for [Ab] the night.
Dear Lord, [Eb] you took so many of my [E]
people.
I'm just [B] wondering why you [Gb] haven't taken [Ab] my _ life.
[Eb] _ Like who the [E] hell am I to help you?
_ [B] _ _ [Gb] _ [Abm] Walk through the gates of hell, see my Impala [Ebm] parked in [E] front with the high beams on.
[B] Me and the devil [Gb] sharing chronic [Abm] blunts, listening to the chronic [Eb] album.
Playing backwards, [E]
shooting at pictures of [B] Don Omens for [Gb] target practice.
[Abm] My mind fucked [Eb] up, so I cover it with a Raider [E] hood.
I'm from the city that made [B] you [Gb] motherfuckers afraid of [Dbm] show.
_ _ [Eb] Made my grandmother pray for [E] good, it never made her happy.
[B] But I bet that [Gb] new Mercedes [Abm] could.
Ain't no bar, but niggas [Ebm] can't escape the [E] hood.
It took so many of my [B] niggas that I should hate the [Abm] hood.
But it's real [Eb] niggas like me that make the [E] hood.
Riding slow [B] in that Phantom [Gb] just the way I [Abm] should.
With the top [Ebm] back and my socks [E] hat.
I'm paying for the [B] nigga Alpo [Bbm] couldn't stop [Abm] that.
_ Even [Eb] if they brought the nigga Pac [E] back, I still [B] keep this motherfucker.
And [Abm] I'm grinding until [Eb] I'm tired.
The days of the week [E] _
grinding until you [B] tired.
[Gb] So [Abm] I'm grinding with my [Eb] eyes wide.
Looking [E] to find my way through [B] the day.
[Gb] A life for [Ab] the night.
Dear Lord, [Eb] you took so many of my [E]
people.
I'm just wondering [B] why you [Gb] haven't taken [Abm] my _ life.
[Eb] _ Going to [E] tell my mother don't cry.
[B] _ _ [Gb] _ [Abm] My life, _ _ [B] _ [Ebm] _ _ [E] my life, my life, _ _ [B] _ [Gb] my _ [Abm]
life, _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _ [E] my life, my life.
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