Food on the Table Pt. 2

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