Food on the Table Pt. 2

(*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 bitch niggas, 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 niggas in the eye, for running up to your stang

Living life on the edge, playa fucking 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

Niggas 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, nigga 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 nigga 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 - 2x]

[Lil' O]

I played to win, once other niggas 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

Bitch niggas 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 niggas 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 - 2x]

(*talking*)

Food on the table, nigga

Stop playing games with your life

Get focused nigga, grow the fuck up

Niggas acting like a million dollas, gon fall from the sky

Or something, out here playing games

Like shit ain't real out here nigga, get your cash