(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 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 x2] 



[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 x2] 



[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