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

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

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

Cops 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
two days interrogated by the police

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

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

Now I'm under pressure and I cant even that type of promise
And y'all niggas that picture risking your freedom
On the strength of of him, the time he made you laugh
The time he his gat when them other niggas 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 in these vicious streets
Carry heat and keep your mind on your money
a gamble everybody got a number homie, tales of a hustler

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 gamble everybody got a number homie, tales of a

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

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

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

Too many vest, tough guys not to left
Where they at? Dead or locked behind in jail
I know I too far from 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 tented
No excuses on who 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 like a

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

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

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