(feat. Hawk & Garcia)

[talking]

Food on the table, see that's what it's all about
If you ain't trying to get no real money
What you doing it fo'


[Hook]
See all these (*##$ ^!$$%s, always say they wanna shine

But never wanna work, and they never wanna grind
They only thing they doing on the cool, is wasting time
Instead of all that capping man, they need to put it down


[Lil' O]
Hey what you know about block bleeding, thugging for change

Punching ^!$$%s in the eye, for running up to your stang
Living life on the edge, playa $#&@ing with caine
Trying to go from a rock, to a couple of thangs

See even when the sky cried, I hustled in rain
Posted up on a hot block, smothered in flames
^!$$%s say that we alike, we ain't nothing the same

Y'all tennis shoe hustlers, bumping for fame
Stuck in the game, plus me I'm always trying to get it
Don't ask me if I'm real, ^!$$% I done did it

From slanging work out of Houpes, to the five is kitted
From white T's and black dickies, to designer fitted
And on the cool, I can't count all the blocks I bled

And on the cool, I can't count all the glocks I fed
Hollow point ^!$$% eaters, filled with drops of led
Then bust at the haters, trying to drop me dead

Boy I'm a O.G. vet, you need to show me respect
Day one block bleeder, from the Southwest set
There wasn't no love, or handouts for me

I put my game face on, and ran a route for G's

[Hook x2]


[Lil' O]
I played to win, once other ^!$$%s played and ran

Not knowing, they would end up in the grave or Penn
Some of my roll's became foes, when I made the ends
(*##$ ^!$$%s set me up, and tried to spray my Benz

Slays to sin, wishing that my days would end
I can't count the times, a playa got betrayed by friends
From ^!$$%s snitching to the laws, to try and break my chin

In a game with no rules, love's paper thin
These trifling streets, man I paid the price to eat
But still boys, wanna act like my life is sweet

Sometimes I ask myself, I wonder what my life would be
If I just stayed in school, and got a nice degree
But life for me, wasn't no knowledge from books

It was street game playa, and I got it from crooks
So when you boys want work, I got it to cook
And when you punks want war, I bring it to hooks


[Hook x2]


[talking]
Food on the table, ^!$$%
Stop playing games with your life

Get focused ^!$$%, grow the $#&@ up
^!$$%s acting like a million dollas, gon fall from the sky
Or something, out here playing games

Like %#@! ain't real out here ^!$$%, get your cash