All My Life
Lil Wayne ft The Game Lyrics

And I'm grindin' til I'm attacked
I'm working hard until I'm faced with a challenge

They say "You ain't grindin' til you tired"
People say you're not working hard enough until you're exhausted

So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide
I'm working hard while staying alert and focused

Looking to find, a way through the day
I'm searching for a path to get through the difficulties of life

A light, for the night
Something to guide me through the dark times

Dear Lord, you've done took so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
God has taken so many of my loved ones and I'm wondering why he spared my life

You haven't taken my life?
I'm questioning why I'm still alive while so many others have died

Like what the hell am I doing right?
I'm not understanding how I've managed to stay alive when others have not

Take me away from the hood like a state penitentiary
I want to leave the dangerous and oppressive environment I'm in

Take me away from the hood in the casket or a Bentley
If I can't leave safely, then I'd rather die or at least leave in luxury

Take me away, like I overdosed on cocaine
I'd rather die from a drug overdose than live in my current circumstances

Or take me away like a bullet from Kurt Cobain
I'd rather die tragically like Kurt Cobain than continue living in the hood

Suicide (suicide, suicide)
The idea of suicide is constantly on my mind

I'm from a Windy City, like "Do or Die"
I come from Chicago, where you have to fight to survive

From a block close to where Biggie was crucified
I grew up near where Notorious B.I.G. was murdered, which is a reminder of the violence in my surroundings

That was Brooklyn's Jesus
Biggie was revered and beloved by many in Brooklyn

Shot for no fuckin' reason
Biggie was killed senselessly

And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces?
Kanye West wears jewelry with religious symbolism because of the violence and loss that he's experienced in his life

Cause that's Jesus people
The people on Jesus' side are the ones who suffer unjustly

And The Game, he's the equal
The Game is in the same position as Kanye, both of them have suffered loss and pain

Hated on so much, "The Passion of Christ" need a sequel
People hate on me so much that it's like they want to see a sequel to 'The Passion of Christ'

Yeah, like Roc-a-fella needed Sigel
Just like Roc-a-fella needed rapper Beanie Sigel, I need support and allies to succeed

Like I needed my father, but he needed a needle
I needed my father's guidance and presence, but he was addicted to drugs

I need some meditation, so I can leave my people
I need to find inner peace and spirituality so that I can escape the destructive environment I'm in

They askin' "Why?" Why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?
People wonder why John Lennon chose to leave such a successful group

And why every hood nigga feed off evil?
Why do people in the hood seem to thrive on negative behavior?

Answer my question before this bullet leave this Desert Eagle
Give me an answer before I resort to violence

We are not the same, I am a Martian
I'm different from most people, I'm unique and strange like an alien

So approach my Phantom doors with caution
Be careful when approaching me, I'm not like anyone else

You see them 24's spinnin' I earned them
I've worked hard to get my luxurious car and the attention it brings

And I ain't no preacher but here's my Erick Sermon
I'm not a religious leader, but here's my wisdom

So eat this black music and tell me how it taste now
Listen to my music, which is influenced by black culture, and tell me what you think

And fuck Jesse Jackson cause it ain't about race now
I don't care what Jesse Jackson thinks because race isn't the issue right now

Sometimes I think about my life, with my face down
I get overwhelmed with the struggles in my life and feel defeated

Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile
My children give me a reason to smile and stay positive

Damn, I know his momma proud
I imagine that my mother would be proud of the success I've achieved

And since you helped me sell my +Dream+ we can share my momma now
Since my friend The Game helped me achieve my dreams, we can both celebrate with my mother

And like M.J.B.: "No More Drama" now
I want to put an end to the drama and negativity in my life

Living the "Good Life", me and Common on common ground
I'm living the good life now, and have found common ground with fellow rapper Common

I spit crack, and niggas could drive it out of town
I make great music that people can't get enough of

Got a Chris Paul mind state, I'm never out of bounds
I have the mindset of an elite basketball player, always in control

My life used to be empty like a Glock without a round
My life used to lack direction and purpose

Now my life full, like a chopper with a thousand rounds
My life is now rich and fulfilling, like an ammunition-filled weapon

Walk through the gates of Hell, see my Impala parked in front
I'm at the gates of Hell, and even here I'm reminded of the car I've worked so hard for

With the high beams on, me and the Devil share chronic blunts
I'm smoking weed with the Devil himself

Listening to the "Chronic" album, playing backwards
I'm doing something unconventional and possibly dangerous

Shootin' at pictures of Don Imus for target practice
I'm channeling my anger at a controversial media figure

My mind fucked up, so I cover it with a Raider hood
I have mental health issues which I try to hide by wearing a hood with the Raiders logo on it

I'm from the city that made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge
The reputation of Compton and Death Row Records, run by Suge Knight, instilled fear in people

Made my grandmother pray for good
The environment I grew up in caused my grandmother to worry and pray for my safety

And never made her happy, when I bet that new Mercedes could
Even when I achieved success, it never brought my grandmother true happiness

Ain't no bars, but niggas can't escape the hood
There aren't any actual bars keeping us in the hood, but it's difficult to escape

They took so many of my niggas, that I should hate the hood
So many of my friends and loved ones have been killed in the hood, that I should want to leave and never look back

But it's real niggas like me, that make the hood
People like me who are from the hood and still there despite the struggles, give it value and importance

Ridin' slow in that Phantom just the way I should
I'm driving slowly in my expensive car as a reminder of my hard work and success

With the top back
I have the roof of my car down, enjoying the moment

In my Sox hat
I'm wearing a hat representing my beloved Chicago White Sox baseball team

I'm paid in full, the nigga Alpo couldn't stop that
I have all the success and money I need, just like notorious drug dealer Alpo couldn't stop the flow of drugs into New York City

Even if they brought the nigga 'Pac back
Even if Tupac were to come back to life, I'd still be unstoppable

I'd still keep this motherfucker cocked back
I'd still be ready to fight and shoot if necessary to protect myself and my success

(My Life)