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Yeah Sparks in here, The in here, yeah
Yeah, witness, tales of a hustler, I'm to ride nigga
Ya know, this just the life we live, 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 in my way like brick walls
So I kept in my palm like Messiah scripts in Psalms

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

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

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

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

I mean, what do you say to a woman that's just lost her son
To the game and the gun except "Mami, I'ma for him"
The that she gave me like, "Sparks you got some nerve"
'Cause 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 that picture risking your freedom
On the strength of memories of him, the time he made you
The time he bust his gat when other niggas ran
How real is that? Omillio Sparks, niggas back

Tales of a

In this life you not promised tomorrow, so the bitter
With the sweet and maintain in these vicious
Carry heat 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
With the sweet and maintain in vicious streets
Carry your and keep your mind on your money
Life's a everybody 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 block get it
Get hard that hot water when the pot hit it
Get large with a little water you pop wip it

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

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

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

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

Crack the window, the indo slightly
Splash of and hash lightly blented
Put the pressure on niggas who be timid
Like, you got like a

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

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

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