Los

I was raised on Red Beans & Rice

& if you shot up my crib I wouldn't be surprised

Mama used to trip cause I fed the mice

I'm the one they sent home cause my head had lice

I'm the kid that lost my sanity

I'm the kid that had the toys with no batteries

Mama sat me down for some serious talks

On how to keep the rats out the cereal box.

I'm a smoke 'til I croak nigga fuck bein' broke nigga

I need 7 bedrooms & my boat nigga

Watchin' rats with 87 new gats

The penitantary's the only place when I can relax

I want some hoes in they heads they pushin' me to the edge

The only thing I'm a miss is my beautiful kids

I'm just sippin' pedron I handle shit on my own

I got a camera for every fuckin' inch of my home

It's in my blood to be a drunk & not give a fuck

I do a drive-by in my grandmas truck

A G daddy left me at the age of 3

Now every South Side crack-head pagin' me.

Muthafuck you nigga stop preachin' n'shit

I grab my muthafuckin' glock & start squeezin' my shit

No mercy for the weak bitch so save yo' speech bitch

You can't reach I'm too deep in these streets bitch

Don't piss me off I'll put this gat to yo' head

Can't you see these jealous bitches pray for us to be dead

You gettin' soft now? You must wanna die too

All it takes is one bullet to kill me & you.