Listen to My Life (feat. Lil Wayne) by The Game

My Life (feat. Lil Wayne)

The Game

Hip-Hop/Rap

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Game
The Game
Vocals
Lil Wayne
Lil Wayne
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lil Wayne
Lil Wayne
Composer
E. Montilla
E. Montilla
Songwriter
Bryan Christopher Williams
Bryan Christopher Williams
Songwriter
Chaz Mishan
Chaz Mishan
Songwriter
Andre Lyon
Andre Lyon
Songwriter
David Delgado
David Delgado
Songwriter
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Songwriter
Jayceon Terrell Taylor
Jayceon Terrell Taylor
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cool & Dre
Cool & Dre
Producer
Chris Doremus Clarke
Chris Doremus Clarke
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Geoff Gibbs
Geoff Gibbs
Recording Engineer
Samuel Kalandjian
Samuel Kalandjian
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Steve Daniel Baughman
Steve Daniel Baughman
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Punk-ass mothafucka, bitch-ass nigga What you was gon' do? Kill me in my sleep, you bitch ass nigga? Tupac, Biggie, shut the fuck up! Fuckin' dogs be barkin' and shit (oh shit, uh) Don't shoot, don't shoot Fuck you, nigga And I'm grindin' 'til I'm tired 'Cause they say, "You ain't grindin' until you die" So, I'm grindin' with my eyes wide Lookin' to find a way through the day, a light for the night Dear Lord, you've done took so many of my people I'm just wonderin' why, you haven't taken my life Like, what the hell am I doin' right? My life 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) I'm from a Windy City, like "Do or Die" From a block close to where Biggie was crucified That was Brooklyn's Jesus, shot for no fuckin' reason And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces? (My life) 'Cause that's Jesus people and, 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) 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 die" So, I'm grindin' with my eyes wide Lookin' to find a way through the day, a light 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 Like, what the hell am I doin' right? My life We are not the same, I am a Martian So approach my Phantom doors with caution (caution, caution) You see them 24's spinnin'? I earned 'em And I ain't no preacher, but here's my Erick Sermon So eat this black music and tell me how it tastes now And fuck Jesse Jackson, 'cause it ain't about race now Sometimes I think about my life, with my face down Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile (my life) Damn, I know his mama 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 mindstate, 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 And I'm grindin' 'til I'm tired 'Cause they say, "You ain't grindin' 'til you die" So, I'm grindin' with my eyes wide Lookin' to find a way through the day, a light for the night Dear Lord, you done took so many of my people I'm just wonderin' why you haven't taken my life Like, what the hell am I doin' right? My life Walk through the gates of Hell, see my Impala parked in front With the high beams on, me and the Devil share chronic blunts Listenin' to the "Chronic" album, playin' backwards Shootin' at pictures of Don Imus for target practice My mind fucked up, so I cover it with a Raider hood I'm from the city that made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge (Compton, Compton) made my grandmother pray for good It never made her happy, but I bet that new Mercedes could (my life) Ain't no bars, but niggas can't escape the hood And 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) 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 I'd still keep this motherfucka cocked back And I'm grindin' 'til I'm tired They say, "You ain't grindin' 'til you die" So, I'm grindin' with my eyes wide Lookin' to find a way through the day, a light 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 Like, what the hell am I doin' right? My life My life My life My life
Writer(s): Andre Christopher Lyon, Marcello Valenzano, Jayceon Terrell Taylor, Dwayne Carter, Edward John Montilla, Bryan Williams, David Anthony Delazyn, Chaz William Mishan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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