[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    [SPM]  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    [Los]  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    [SPM]  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    [Los]  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    [gun shot]    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    [SPM]  Say, Los, check this out, man    [Los]  What up, SPM?    [SPM]  Say, let's just smoke and joint, man and try to work this thing out    [Los]  Well, we could smoke a joint, I dunno about all that other shit    [SPM]  Ha-ha