My Life (Remix) La Fouine (Ft. The Game)

[Refrain — La Fouine]
On vend des grammes pour rester au top
Ouais on trompe le drame mais on épouse le bloc
On vend des grammes pour rester au top
Pour sortir de là tu sais ce que l'on fait
Bicrave toute la night, ouais les portes se ferment
Rien a foutre de leur presse people
Tu sais nous on reste vrai aucun mensonge sur ma life
Et tu sais c'est au plus bas qu'elle a commencé

[Couplet 1 — Game]
Take me away from the hood, like a state penitentiary
Take me away from the hood, in a casket or a Bentley
Take me away, like I overdosed on cocaine
Or take me away, like a bullet from Kurt Cobain
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 fucking reason
And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces?
Cause that's Jesus, people - and Game, he's the equal
Hated on so much, "Passion of Christ" need a sequel
Yeah, like Roc-a-Fella needed Siegel
Like I needed my father, but he needed a needle
I need some meditation so I can lead my people
They asking why, why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?
And why every hood nigga feed off evil?
Answer my question fore this bullet leave this Desert Eagle