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

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

I fear no man but God
So Lord knows we get it on
Guns baptized guys my pride
Clearing my in the liquor store

With a fifth of Thunderbird but I be hard
Playing the with a washed up old-head
Chant by the Whispers
Same corner where I banged at with

Cops by and grin on us, if they grabbed then
One of them neighbors done snitched on us
(Again?)
Hey this game juicy, got me puffing
Every two days interrogated by the

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

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

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

of a hustler

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

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

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

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

Look, you limbs when fuck with him that be
I and high, FBI all on back want to trap the guy
Got niggas in all black want to snatch my
Never that too many gats, too many

Too many vest, tough guys not to left
Where they at? Dead or behind bars in jail
I know I ain't too far hell
I'll spit the devil these in hell

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

the window, the indo slightly scented
Splash of and hash lightly blented
Put the pressure on who might be timid
Like, you got a minute

To put the in this bag or ya ass
Just be in it in small piece
snatch your family up, start from tall nephews
To small nieces, bitches

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