Chords for The Game - My Life ft. Lil Wayne (Lyrics)

_ _ _ _ _ [Abm] _ _ _
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Fuck that smoke. _ _ _ _
What you was gonna do kill me in my sleep you bitch ass nigga.
_ _ Tupac shut the fuck up.
You fucking dog is bossing shit. _ _
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_ [Abm] _ Fuck you nigga.
And I'm grinding until [Eb] I'm tired.
They say you [E] ain't grinding until [B] you're tired.
[Gb] So [Abm] I'm grinding with my grinding.
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 [Ebm] lord you done took so many of [E] my people.
I'm just [B] wondering why [Gb] you haven't taken [Abm] my _ life.
[Ebm] _ _ Like what [E] the hell am I doing right.
[B] _ _ [Gb] _ [Abm] Take me away from the [B] hood.
Like a [Ebm] state [E] penitentiary.
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.
Take me away.
[B] Like a bullet [Gb] from Kurt _ [Abm]
Cobain's suicide.
I'm from [Eb] a windy city.
Like do [E] or 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 [Bb] people.
And gang he's [E] the equal.
Hated on so [B] much passion that Christ needed [Abm] a sequel.
Yeah.
[Eb] Like Rockefeller needed [E] Siegel.
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 [Bb] John Lennon lead the [Abm] Beatles.
_ And why every [Ebm] hood nigga feed on [E] evil.
Answer my question [B] for this bullet leader's desert [Abm] eagle.
And I'm grinding until [Eb] I'm tired.
Cause this shit [E] ain't mine.
Then 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 [Abm] for the night.
Dear lord [Eb] you done took so many of [E] my people.
I'm just [B] wondering why [Gb] you haven't taken [Abm] my life.
_ _ _ [Eb] Why is [E] everybody so anxious.
[B] _ _ [Gb] _ [Abm] My life.
We are not [Ebm] the same.
I am a [E] Martian.
So approach [B] my phantom [Gb] doors with [Abm] caution.
You see them [Ebm] 24's spinning.
I earned [E] them.
And I ain't no preacher.
[B] But here's my [Gb] eric sermon.
[Abm] So eat this black music.
[Eb] And tell me how it tastes [E] now.
And fuck Jesse Jackson.
[Abm] Cause it ain't about race 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.
_ _ _ Damn I know it's mama [E] proud.
Since you helped me sell my [Abm] dream.
We can [Bbm] share my mama [Abm] now.
And like [Eb] MJB.
No more drama [E] now.
Living the good [B] life.
Me and [Gb] Common on common [Abm] ground.
I spit crack.
[Eb] And niggas could drive it out of [E] town.
Gotta crisp all [B] my estate.
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 [Ebm] with a barrel [Abm] of rounds.
I'm grinding until [Eb] I'm tired.
But this is who [E] ain't grinding until you [B] die.
[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 done took so many of [E] my people.
I'm just [B] wondering why you [Gb] haven't taken [Abm] my life.
_ _ [Eb] _ Like what the [E] hell my body doing right.
[B] _ _ [Bbm] _ [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 Don [B] Amos.
For [Gb] target practice.
[Abm] My mind fucked up.
[Eb] So I cover it with a raider [E] hood.
I'm from the city that made [B] you [Gb] motherfuckers afraid of [E] show.
_ _ Made my grandmother pray for good.
It never made her happy.
[B] But I bet that [Gb] new Mercedes [Abm] could.
Ain't no bars but [Eb] niggas can't escape the [E] hood.
And 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.
[Bbm] Just the way I [Abm] should.
With the top [Ebm] back.
And my socks [E] hat.
I'm paid 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 [F] motherfucker top back.
I'm [Abm]
grinding until [Eb] I'm tired.
They said you [E] ain't grind until you're [B] tired.
[Gb] So [Abm] I'm grinding with my [Eb] eyes wide.
Looking [E] to find.
A way to [B] the day.
[Gb] A life for [Abm] 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] _ Why you let [E]
everybody die.
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_ _ _ [B] _ _ [Ebm] _ [E] My life.
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_ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _ [E] My life.
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