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

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

I should no man but God
So knows we could get it on
Guns baptized guys my pride
Clearing my conscience in the liquor

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

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

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

I mean, what do you say to a that's just lost her only son
To the game and the gun except "Mami, 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 cant even break that type of
And y'all niggas paint that picture your freedom
On the of memories of him, the time he made you laugh
The time he his gat when them other niggas ran
How real is that? Sparks, niggas holla back

of a hustler

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

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

I'm back to the block with it, let me clear that up
I'm to the blocks that you get when your block get it
Get hard with 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 night scramblers
No joke, I'm a crook, catch hooks broke, late gamblers

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

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

Dog I been through it son, 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 slightly
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 might be in it in piece
I'll snatch your family up, start from nephews
To your nieces, bitches

In this life you not 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 gamble everybody got a number homie, 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 gamble everybody got a homie, tales of a hustler