SPM Vs. Los

I was raised on beans and rice

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

Mama used to trip cuz I fed the mice

I'm the one they sent home cuz 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 feel you homie nigga I lived that shit nigga I felt that shit

We never felt so rich those were the good ass days bro

Sure we was broke but we was b-b guns havin' hella fun on natural dough

When you started to smoke that's when you changed

The weed hit the brain and the man thought he came

It was joint, after joint, after joint, after joint

In one month your fuckin' brain was destroyed

Now you got children and a beautiful wife

The kinda money that you make nigga you set for life

Enjoy your self man you only live once

Take your family vacation and relax for a month

I'mma smoke 'till I croak nigga fuck bein' broke nigga

I need seven bedrooms and my boat nigga

Watchin' rats with eighty seven 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'mma 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 and not give a fuck

I do a drive-by in my grandmas truck

A G daddy left me at the age of three

Now every South Side crack-head pagin' me

Chill homie cut dad some slack

Sure he left our ass but that was way the fuck back

You all cot up hearin' blastin' on dub

We was only seven when our house got shot up

Mom was all bloody I saw that shit

It was just blast from the mirror it's alright kid

You blessed by God man you can't give up

And run around town not givin' a fuck

Yeah of course they jealous and pullin' hoes shit

It's hard to be that mess-kin that came up so quick

You made it look easy but It's just an illusion

You did the impossible and took over Houston

Now everybody thinks they can do like you

Losin' thousands and thousands on a half ass crew

Talkin' down on you but you got nothing to prove

Let 'em run they mouth all the fuck they want to

Mutha fuck you nigga stop preachin' n'shit

I grab my mutha fuckin' glock and 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 and you

Damn dawg, you hear that gun shot?

Soundin' like it came from SPM's room! Lets go check it out!

All my people fight da evil

Some sniff paint and some shoot needle

Some take shots with salt and lemon get fucked up and beat they women

All the children need someone to show them they can't be someone

Mad at me cuz I came up, I don't understand what y'all want

Say, Los, check this out, man

What up, SPM?

Say, let's just smoke and joint, man and try to work this thing out

Well, we could smoke a joint, I dunno about all that other shit

Ha-ha