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Yeah Sparks in here, The Truth in here,
Yeah, witness, of a hustler, I'm going to ride nigga
Ya know, this just the we live, this just the life we lead
Yeah, yeah, gangsta, tales, tales, gangsta, yeah,

Omillio Sparks, the gun
My life as an said I'll go through something
Other guys try to stand in my way brick walls
So I guns in my palm like Messiah scripts in Psalms

I fear no man but God
So Lord we could get it on
Guns baptized testing my pride
my conscience in the liquor store

With a of Thunderbird but I be guzzling hard
Playing the corners with a up old-head
tunes by the Whispers
Same corner where I banged at niggaz

Cops drive by and grin on us, if they then
One of them nosy done snitched on us
(Again?)
Hey this juicy, got me puffing looseys
Every two days by the police

See, this life I live cost more your Roley's money
It cost my homie Nook his whole life, ya me?
When he was here it was to love him like a brother
Now that's he's gone I it difficult to talk to his mother

I mean, what do you say to a woman just lost her only son
To the game and the gun "Mami, I'ma ride for him"
The that she gave me like, "Sparks you got some nerve"
most of these niggas don't keep their words

Now I'm under pressure and I even break that type of promise
And y'all niggas paint that picture risking your
On the strength of memories of him, the time he you laugh
The time he his gat when them other niggas ran
How real is Omillio Sparks, niggas holla back

Tales of a

In this life you not promised tomorrow, so the bitter
With the sweet and maintain in these vicious
Carry your heat and keep your mind on your
Life's a everybody got a number homie, tales of a hustler

In this you not promised tomorrow, so take the bitter
With the sweet and maintain in these vicious
Carry your heat and your mind on your money
Life's a gamble everybody got a number homie, tales of a

I'm back to the block it, wait let me clear that up
I'm back to the blocks that you get when your get it
Get hard with hot water when the pot hit it
Get large a little water when you pop wip it

I send hope to late
coke to you late you scramblers
Go broke sling soap to you late night
No joke, I'm a crook, catch hooks broke, late night

Look, you loose limbs when fuck him that be
I strapped and high, FBI all on back to trap the guy
Got niggas in all want to snatch my pies
that too many gats, too many guns

Too many vest, tough guys not to many
Where at? Dead or locked behind bars in jail
I know I too far from hell
I'll spit the these bars in hell

Dog I been it son, look at my scars and tell
Catch Mac in a Chevy truck slightly
No excuses on who be in it
You know twisting backwoods, slightly spinning

Crack the window, the indo scented
Splash of haze and hash blented
Put the on niggas who might be timid
Like, you got a minute

To put the in this bag or ya ass
Just might be in it in piece
I'll snatch your up, start from tall nephews
To your nieces, bitches

In this you not promised tomorrow, so take the bitter
With the sweet and maintain in these vicious
Carry your and keep your mind on your money
Life's a everybody got a number homie, tales of a hustler

In this you not promised tomorrow, so take the bitter
the sweet and maintain in these vicious streets
Carry your heat and keep your mind on your
a gamble everybody got a number homie, tales of a hustler