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

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_ _ _ _ Fuck you nigga.
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I'm grinding until [Eb] I'm [Ebm] tired.
They say you [E] ain't grinding until [B] you're tired.
[Gb] So [Abm] I'm grinding with my [Ebm] eyes wide open. _
Looking [E] to find a way through [B] the day, [Gb] a life for [Abm] the night.
Dear Lord, [Ebm] you done took so many of [E] my people.
I'm just [B] wondering why [Gb] you haven't taken [Abm] my _ _ [Ebm] life.
Like what the [E] hell am I doing right?
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[Abm] Take me away from the hood like [Ebm] a state [E] penitentiary.
Take me away from the hood [B] in a [Gb] casket or a Bentley.
[Abm] Take me away [Ebm] like I overdosed on [E] cocaine.
Take me away [B] like a bullet [Gb] from Kurt [Abm] Cobain.
Suicide from [Eb] a wounded city like you were [E] died.
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 he's [E] the equal.
Hated on so [B] much passion that Christ need [Abm] a sequel.
Yeah, [Eb] like Rockefeller needed [E] Siegel.
Like I needed my [B] father, but [Gb] he needed [Abm] a needle.
I need some [Ebm] meditation so I can leave [E] my people.
They asking why?
[B] Why did [Bbm] John Lennon lead the [Ab] _ beaters?
And why every [Eb] hood nigga feed [E] on evil?
Answer my [B] question for this bullet [Abm] leader's hesitant.
And I'm grinding until [Eb] I'm tired.
Cause they say you [E] ain't grinding until [B] you tired.
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So [Abm] I'm grinding with my [Ebm] eyes wide.
Looking [E] to find a way [B] through the day, [Gb] a life [Ab] for the night.
Dear [Eb] Lord, you took so many of [E] my people.
I'm just [B] wondering why [Gb] you everything [Ab] my _ _ [Eb] life.
Why you [E] telling my door light?
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_ [Abm] _ We are not the [Eb] same.
I am a [E] Martian.
So approach [B] my phantom [Gb] doors with [Abm] caution.
You see them _ [Ebm] 24's spinning?
I [E] earned them.
And I ain't no preacher, [B] but here's [Gb] my Eric [Abm] Sermon.
So eat this black [Eb] music and tell me how it [E] tastes now.
And fuck Jesse [Abm] Jackson cause it ain't about race now.
Sometimes I think [Eb] about my life with my [E] face down.
Then I see my [B] sons and put on [Gb] that Kanye [Abm] smile.
_ _ Damn [Ebm] I know his mama [E] proud.
And since you helped me sell [Abm] my dream, we can [B] share my mama [Abm] now.
And like [Eb] MJB, no more drama [E] now.
Living the good life, [B] me and Common on common [Abm] ground.
I spit [Eb] crack and niggas could drive it out [E] of town.
Gotta Chris Paul [B] my state, [Gb] I'm never out [Abm] of bound.
My life used to [Eb] be empty like a Glock without [E] a round.
Now my life [B] full like a [Db] chopper with a thousand [Abm] rounds.
I've been around in this a long [Eb] time.
But [Ebm] this you [E] ain't mine, then until [B] you die.
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So [Abm] common ground, then with my [Eb] eyes wide. _
[E] Looking to find a way [B] through the [Gb] day.
A life [Ab] for the night.
Dear [Eb] lord you took so many of [E] my people.
I'm just [B] wondering why [Gb] you everything [Abm] my life.
_ [Eb] _ Why you would [E] tell me my little [B] life.
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_ [Abm] Walk through the gates of hell, see my [Ebm] Impala parked in [E] front.
With the high beams on, [B] me and the [Gb] devil sharing [Abm] chronic blunts.
Listening to the chronic [Eb] album, playing [E] backwards.
Shooting at pictures of [B] Don Amos [Gb] for target [Abm] practice.
My mind fucked up, [Eb] so I cover it with a [E] Raider hood.
I'm from the city that [B] made you [Gb] motherfuckers afraid of show.
_ _ [Eb] Made my grandmother pray [E] for good, never made her [B] happy.
But I bet [Gb] that new [Abm] Mercedes come.
Ain't no bars, [Ebm] but niggas can't escape [E] the hood.
And it took so many of [B] my niggas that I should hate [Abm] the hood.
But it's [Eb] real niggas like me that [E] make the hood.
Ride [B] slow in that [Gb] Phantom just the way [Abm] I should.
With the [Ebm] top back, and my [E] socks hat.
I'm paid [B] full, the nigga [Gb] Alpo couldn't [Abm] stop that.
_ [Eb] Even if they brought the nigga [E] Pac back.
I'd [B] still keep this motherfucker cocked back.
[Abm] I'm never going to turn [Eb] until I'm old tired.
Because they said [E] you ain't grind until [B] you're [Gb] tired.
So [Abm] I'm going to grind, and with my [Eb] eyes wide.
[E] Nothing to find.
I'll wait [B] through the [Gb] day, and lie [Ab] for the night.
Dear Lord, you [Eb] took so many of [E] my people.
I'm just [B] wondering why [Gb] you ever [Abm] take my _ [Eb] life. _
Why you [E] tell me my life.
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[Abm] My life.
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_ [E] My life.
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[E] My life.
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