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Текст (слова) песни: Lil` O f Rachel - Food on the Table Pt. 1

(*talking*)
Food on the table, see when I became a man
I realized, it wasn`t about what these niggas was
Saying about me, it wasn`t about what these hoes
Was saying about me, it was about me staying focused
And making my dreams come true

[Lil` O]
They say don`t work you don`t eat, it`s a fact of life
And niggas like me, got appetites
Sometimes you got a chance it, and snatch the dice
And say fuck friends, if they ain`t acting right
Never look back, till you get your assets right
Make these niggas be like yeah, dog your ass was right
Cause the streets slay us up, like a sacrifice
All my niggas dead and gone, in they afterlife
But I recall when they said, I was acting shife
Cause I stay one deep, in my Lac tonight
From the grind nigga, trying to make my stash look right
Lil nigga big dreams, all I had was Christ
To just, listen to my pain (heey)
I`m a hustla, I ain`t in it for the fame
Can`t you see, I`m trying to get a little change
Why you niggas, won`t let me do my thang
But fuck y`all though

[Hook: Lil` O & Rachel - 2x]
Cause as long, as I`m able
To always put food, on the table
(I`ll be alright)
See as long, as I`m able
To always put food, on the table
(I`ll stay on my grind)

[Lil` O]
See it`s two choices in life, win or lose
I said I make my own way, I will bend the rules
Keep my eyes on the prize, never tend to lose
Be careful bout the broads, and the friends I choose
Cause they extra baggage
But fuck these niggas dog, get your cabbage
They just gon hate, cause you extra lavish
But I`m a guerilla, so I`m extra savage
It`s hard to hit me, when I`m lonely I know God is with me
And if I gotta kill a few niggas, then Lord forgive me
Cause desperately, y`all gon tell me
To go get the glock and lick shots, till all is empty
Respect the game, I went from the Houpe to the Lexus Range
If your broad chose me, then check your dame
Fat Rat with the Cheese, man respect the name
It get`s no realer

[Hook - 2x]

[Lil` O]
See I don`t got no friends
Cause ain`t nobody here, when I ain`t got no ends
And won`t nobody roll, if I ain`t got no Benz
Sometimes I feel, like I ain`t got no win
I ain`t got no girl, I ain`t got no hoes
Cause they ain`t there, when I ain`t got no dough
And they won`t bop, if I ain`t got no shows
Sometimes I feel like, I ain`t got no soul
All I have, is the Lord Sweet Jesus
Help me wage war, with the non-believers
These niggas want me dead, for numerous reasons
But through faith in you, Lord I`m still here breathing
Strive and achieving, hoes not leaving
Boys throwing slugs at me, I`m bobbing and weaving
Much love to my niggas, that committed no treason
Fuck everybody else, this is what I believe in

[Hook - 2x]

(Rachel)
I`ll be alright, I`ll be alright
Stay on my grind, you`ll be alright
Stay on your grind, cause it`ll be alright
Alright, alright, alright
Oooh-oooh, stay on your grind, heey

 

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