Lil' O

Lil' O - Food On The Table, Pt. 1 lyrics

(feat. Rachel)

[talking]

Food on the table, see when I became a man

I realized, it wasn't about what these niggas was

Saying about me, it wasn't about what these hoes

Was saying about me, it was about me staying focused

And making my dreams come true

[Lil' O]

They say don't work you don't eat, it's a fact of life

And niggas like me, got appetites

Sometimes you got a chance it, and snatch the dice

And say fuck friends, if they ain't acting right

Never look back, till you get your assets right

Make these niggas be like yeah, dog your ass was right

Cause the streets slay us up, like a sacrifice

All my niggas dead and gone, in they afterlife

But I recall when they said, I was acting shife

Cause I stay one deep, in my Lac tonight

From the grind nigga, trying to make my stash look right

Lil nigga big dreams, all I had was Christ

To just, listen to my pain (heey)

I'm a hustla, I ain't in it for the fame

Can't you see, I'm trying to get a little change

Why you niggas, won't let me do my thang

But fuck y'all though

[Hook x2: Lil' O & Rachel]

Cause as long, as I'm able

To always put food, on the table

(I'll be alright)

See as long, as I'm able

To always put food, on the table

(I'll stay on my grind)

[Lil' O]

See it's two choices in life, win or lose

I said I make my own way, I will bend the rules

Keep my eyes on the prize, never tend to lose

Be careful bout the broads, and the friends I choose

Cause they extra baggage

But fuck these niggas dog, get your cabbage

They just gon hate, cause you extra lavish

But I'm a guerilla, so I'm extra savage

It's hard to hit me, when I'm lonely I know God is with me

And if I gotta kill a few niggas, then Lord forgive me

Cause desperately, y'all gon tell me

To go get the glock and lick shots, till all is empty

Respect the game, I went from the Houpe to the Lexus Range

If your broad chose me, then check your dame

Fat Rat with the Cheese, man respect the name

It get's no realer

[Hook x2]

[Lil' O]

See I don't got no friends

Cause ain't nobody here, when I ain't got no ends

And won't nobody roll, if I ain't got no Benz

Sometimes I feel, like I ain't got no win

I ain't got no girl, I ain't got no hoes

Cause they ain't there, when I ain't got no dough

And they won't bop, if I ain't got no shows

Sometimes I feel like, I ain't got no soul

All I have, is the Lord Sweet Jesus

Help me wage war, with the non-believers

These niggas want me dead, for numerous reasons

But through faith in you, Lord I'm still here breathing

Strive and achieving, hoes not leaving

Boys throwing slugs at me, I'm bobbing and weaving

Much love to my niggas, that committed no treason

Fuck everybody else, this is what I believe in

[Hook x2]

[Rachel]

I'll be alright, I'll be alright

Stay on my grind, you'll be alright

Stay on your grind, cause it'll be alright

Alright, alright, alright

Oooh-oooh, stay on your grind, heey

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