I'm supposed to be the soldier who never blows [bad word] Even though I hold the weight of the whole world on my shoulders
I am never supposed to show it, my crew ain't supposed to know it
Even if it means goin' toe to toe with a Benzino it don't matter
I'd never drag them in battles that I can handle unless I absolutely have to
I'm supposed to set an example
I need to be the leader, my crew looks for me to guide 'em
If some [bad word] ever just pop off, I'm supposed to be beside 'em
Now Ja said I tried to squash it, it was too late to stop it
There's a certain line you just don't cross and he crossed it
I heard him say Hailie's name on a song and I just lost it....
It was crazy, this [bad word] be way beyond some Jay-z and Nas [bad word] And even though the battle was won, I feel like we lost it
I spent too much energy on it, honestly I'm exhausted
And I'm so caught in it I almost feel I'm the one who caused it
This ain't what I'm in hip-hop for, it's not why I got in it...

And I’m grindin’ til I’m tired of this
They say "You ain’t grindin’ til you tired"
So I’m grindin’ with my eyes wide
Looking to find
way
Through the day
life
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? x3)
Like what the [bad word] am I (doing right? x3)
(My Life x3)

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 them
And I aint no preacher but,
Here's my Erik sermon
So eat this black music,
And tell me how it taste now
And f**k Jesse Jackson
'Cause it aint 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 x3) [bad word]  I know his momma's 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 [bad word] on common ground
I spit crack and niggas could drive it outta town
Gotta Chris Paul mind state, 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 of this
They say "You ain’t grindin’ til you tired"
So I’m grindin’ with my eyes wide
Looking to find
way
Through the day
life
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? x3)
Like what the [bad word] am I (doing right? x3)
(My Life x3)

And still I'm havin memories of high speed when the cops crash,
As I laughed pushin the gas,when my glocks blast
We was young and we was dumb, but we had heart
In the dark will we survive through the bad parts?
Many dreams is what I had
And plenty wishes
No hesitations in extermination of these snitches
Envious these [bad word] they still continue to persue me
couple of movies
Now the whole worlds trying to [bad word] me
Even the cops trying to sue me
So what can I do, but stay [bad word]  sippin twenty-twos of brew
And now the media is tryin to test me
Got the press askin questions
Tryin to stress me, misery is all I see
That's my mind state
My history with the police it shake the crime rate
My main man had two strikes slipped
Got arrested and flipped
He screamed "Thug Life" and emptied a clip...

And I’m grindin’ til I’m tired of this
They say "You ain’t grindin’ til you tired"
So I’m gri