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(*talking*)
Food on the table, see that`s what it`s all about If you ain`t trying to get no real money What you doing it fo` [Hook] See all these bitch niggas, always say they wanna shine But never wanna work, and they never wanna grind They only thing they doing on the cool, is wasting time Instead of all that capping man, they need to put it down [Lil` O] Hey what you know about block bleeding, thugging for change Punching niggas in the eye, for running up to your stang Living life on the edge, playa fucking with caine Trying to go from a rock, to a couple of thangs See even when the sky cried, I hustled in rain Posted up on a hot block, smothered in flames Niggas say that we alike, we ain`t nothing the same Y`all tennis shoe hustlers, bumping for fame Stuck in the game, plus me I`m always trying to get it Don`t ask me if I`m real, nigga I done did it From slanging work out of Houpes, to the five is kitted From white T`s and black dickies, to designer fitted And on the cool, I can`t count all the blocks I bled And on the cool, I can`t count all the glocks I fed Hollow point nigga eaters, filled with drops of led Then bust at the haters, trying to drop me dead Boy I`m a O.G. vet, you need to show me respect Day one block bleeder, from the Southwest set There wasn`t no love, or handouts for me I put my game face on, and ran a route for G`s [Hook - 2x] [Lil` O] I played to win, once other niggas played and ran Not knowing, they would end up in the grave or Penn Some of my roll`s became foes, when I made the ends Bitch niggas set me up, and tried to spray my Benz Slays to sin, wishing that my days would end I can`t count the times, a playa got betrayed by friends From niggas snitching to the laws, to try and break my chin In a game with no rules, love`s paper thin These trifling streets, man I paid the price to eat But still boys, wanna act like my life is sweet Sometimes I ask myself, I wonder what my life would be If I just stayed in school, and got a nice degree But life for me, wasn`t no knowledge from books It was street game playa, and I got it from crooks So when you boys want work, I got it to cook And when you punks want war, I bring it to hooks [Hook - 2x] (*talking*) Food on the table, nigga Stop playing games with your life Get focused nigga, grow the fuck up Niggas acting like a million dollas, gon fall from the sky Or something, out here playing games Like shit ain`t real out here nigga, get your cash
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