Tales of a Hustler

Yeah, Sparks in here

The Truth in here, yeah

Yeah, witness the tales of a hustler, ****

You know

This just the life we lease

This the life we lead

Yeah, tales

Gangster, gangster

Yes, Lord, yeah

Keep it coming, come on

Yo, Omillio Sparks, the young gun

My life as a adolescent, said I'll goes and do something

Other guys try to stand in my way like brick walls

So I kept guns in the palm, Messiah scripts from psalm

I should fear no man but God

So Lord knows we could get it on

Guns baptize guys, testing my pride

Clearing my conscience in the liquor store

With a fifth of Thunderbird and I be guzzling hard

Playing the corners with a washed-up old head

Chant tunes by The Whispers

Same corner where I banged out with ****

Cops drive by and grin on us

If they grab us then

One of them nosy neighbors done snitched on us

Hey, this game juicy got me puffing loosies

Every two days, interrogated by the police

See, this life I live cost more than your Rollies money

It cost my homie Nook his whole life, you heard me?

When he was here, it was easy to love him like a brother

Now that he's gone, I find it difficult to talk to his mother

I mean, what do you say to a woman

That just lost her only son to the game and the gun

Except, mami, I'ma ride for him

The look that she gave me like, Sparks, you got some nerve

'Cause most of these **** don't keep their words

Now I'm under pressure

'Cause I can't break that type of promise, and y'all **** paint that picture

Risking your freedom on the strength of memories of him

The time he made you laugh, the time he bust his gat

When other **** ran

How real is that?

Omillio Sparks, ****, holler back

Tales of a hustler

Yo, in this life you're not promised tomorrow

So take the bitter with the sweet and maintain

In these vicious streets, carry your heat

And keep your mind on your money

Life's a gamble, everybody got a number, homie

Tales of a hustler

In this life, you're not promised tomorrow

So take the bitter with the sweet and maintain

In these vicious streets, carry your heat

And keep your mind on your money

Life's a gamble, everybody got a number, homie

Tales of a hustler

I'm back to the blocks with it

Wait, let me clear that up

I'm back to them blocks that you get when your block get it

Get hard when that hot water and that pot hit it

Get large with a little water when you pop, whip it

I send hope to you late night scramblers

Sling coke to you late night scramblers

Go broke, sling soap to you late night scramblers

No joke, I'm a crook

Catch hooks broke, late night gamblers

Look, you lose limbs when you fuck with him

That be, I strapped and high

FBI all on my back, wanna trap the guy

Got **** in all black, want to snatch my pies

Never that, too many gats

Too many guns, too many vests

Tough guys, not too many left

Where they at?

Dead gone, locked behind bars in jail

I know I ain't too far from Hell

I'll spit the Devil these bars in Hell

Dawg, I've been through it, son, look at my scars and tell

Catch MAC in the chevy truck slightly tinted

No excuses on who might be in it

You know, passenger side, twist some Backwood's

Slightly spinning

Crack the window, the indo slightly scented

Splash of haze and hash, lightly blended

Put the pressure on **** who might be timid

Like, you got like a minute

To put the cash in this bag or your ass just might be in it

In small pieces, snatch for family up

I start from your tall nephews to small nieces, bitches

In this life, you're not promised tomorrow

So take the bitter with the sweet and maintain

In these vicious streets, carry your heat

And keep your mind on your money

Life's a gamble, everybody got a number, homie

Tales of a hustler

In this life, you're not promised tomorrow

So take the bitter with the sweet and maintain

In these vicious streets, carry your heat

And keep your mind on your money

Life's a gamble, everybody got a number, homie

Tales of a hustler

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