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 that 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've lived that shit
Nigga I've felt that shit, we never felt so rich
Those were the good ass days bro
Sho we was broke
It was bb guns
Havin hella fun on natural dough
When you started to smoke that 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 ur fucking brain was destroyed
Now you got children and a beautiful wife
The kind of money that you make nigga you set for life
Enjoy yourself man you only live once
Take your family vacation and relax for a month

Ima smoke till I croak nigga
Fuck being broke nigga
I need seven bedrooms in my boat nigga
Watchin rats wit 87 new gats
The penitentiary is the only place I can relax
I want sum hoes and they heads they pushin me to the edge
The only thing I'm gonna miss is my beautiful kids
I'm jus sippin pethrone, 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 3
Now every southside crackhead pagin me

Chill homie
Cut dad sum slack
Sho he left our ass but that was way the fuck back
You all caught up hear the blastin on du
We was only 7 when our house got shot up
Mom was all bloody, I saw that shit
It was jus glass from the mirror it's alright kid
U blessed by god man
You caint give up and run around town not givin a fuck
Yeah
O course they jealous and pigeonhold shit
It's hard to be that mexican that came up so quick
U made it look easy
But it's jus an illusion
U did the impossible and took over houston
Now everybody thinks they can do like you
Losin thousands and thousands on a half-assed crew
Talking down on you but you got nothin to prove
Let run they mouth all the fuck they want to

Mother fuck you niggas
Stop preachin this shit
I grab my mother fuckin glock and start squeezin my shit
No mercy for the weak bitch
So save your speech bitch
U caint reach, I'm to deep in these streets bitch
Don't piss me off I put this gat to your head
Caint you see these jealous bitches pray for us to be dead
You gettin soft now, you must want to die too
All it takes is one bullet to kill me and you

(Gunshot)
(Talking)
Damn dog u hear that gunshot
Sound like it came from spm's room
Lets go check it out
(Singing)

All my people fight that evil
Some sink pain and sum shoot needles
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 cuz I came up
I don't understand wut y'all want

(SPM talking)
Say los check this out man
Wut up SPM?
Say lets jus smoke a joint man, try to work this thing out
Well we could smoke a joint, I don't know bout all that other shit
Haha