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

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

I should no man but God
So Lord knows we get it on
Guns guys testing my pride
my conscience in the liquor store

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

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

See, this I live cost more than your Roley's money
It cost my Nook his whole life, ya heard me?
When he was here it was to love him like a brother
Now he'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 niggas don't keep their words

Now I'm pressure and I cant even break that type of promise
And y'all niggas paint that picture your freedom
On the strength of memories of him, the 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 life you not 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 homie, tales of a hustler

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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