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 '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 feel you homie, ****, I lived that shit, ****

I felt that shit, we never felt so rich, those were the good ass days, bro

Sure we was broke, but we was bb 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, ****, you set for life

Enjoy your self man, you only live once

Take your family vacation and relax for a month

I'ma smoke till I croak, ****, fuck bein' broke, ****

I need seven bedrooms and my boat, ****

Watchin' rats with eighty seven new gats

The penitentiary'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'ma miss is my beautiful kids

I'm just sippin' Patron, 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 grandma's truck

A G since 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 caught 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 glass 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' ho shit

It's hard to be that Mexican 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 nothin' to prove

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

Mother fuck you, ****, stop preachin' and shit

I grab my mutha fuckin' Glock and start squeezin' my shit

No mercy for the weak, bitch, so save your 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 your 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 dog, you hear that gun shot?

Soundin' like it came from SPM's room

Lets go check it out

All my people fight the 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 be someone

Mad at me 'cause 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