[talking]
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Food on the table, see that's what it's all about
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If you ain't trying to get no real money
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What you doing it fo'
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[Hook]
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See all these bitch niggas, always say they wanna shine
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But never wanna work, and they never wanna grind
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They only thing they doing on the cool, is wasting time
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Instead of all that capping man, they need to put it down
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[Lil' O]
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Hey what you know about block bleeding, thugging for change
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Punching niggas in the eye, for running up to your stang
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Living life on the edge, playa fucking with caine
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Trying to go from a rock, to a couple of thangs
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See even when the sky cried, I hustled in rain
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Posted up on a hot block, smothered in flames
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Niggas say that we alike, we ain't nothing the same
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Y'all tennis shoe hustlers, bumping for fame
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Stuck in the game, plus me I'm always trying to get it
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Don't ask me if I'm real, nigga I done did it
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From slanging work out of Houpes, to the five is kitted
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From white T's and black dickies, to designer fitted
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And on the cool, I can't count all the blocks I bled
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And on the cool, I can't count all the glocks I fed
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Hollow point nigga eaters, filled with drops of led
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Then bust at the haters, trying to drop me dead
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Boy I'm a O.G. vet, you need to show me respect
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Day one block bleeder, from the Southwest set
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There wasn't no love, or handouts for me
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I put my game face on, and ran a route for G's
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[Hook x2]
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[Lil' O]
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I played to win, once other niggas played and ran
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Not knowing, they would end up in the grave or Penn
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Some of my roll's became foes, when I made the ends
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Bitch niggas set me up, and tried to spray my Benz
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Slays to sin, wishing that my days would end
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I can't count the times, a playa got betrayed by friends
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From niggas snitching to the laws, to try and break my chin
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In a game with no rules, love's paper thin
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These trifling streets, man I paid the price to eat
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But still boys, wanna act like my life is sweet
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Sometimes I ask myself, I wonder what my life would be
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If I just stayed in school, and got a nice degree
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But life for me, wasn't no knowledge from books
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It was street game playa, and I got it from crooks
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So when you boys want work, I got it to cook
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And when you punks want war, I bring it to hooks
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[Hook x2]
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[talking]
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Food on the table, nigga
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Stop playing games with your life
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Get focused nigga, grow the fuck up
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Niggas acting like a million dollas, gon fall from the sky
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Or something, out here playing games
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Like shit ain't real out here nigga, get your cash
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Food on the Table, Pt. 2
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Lil' O |