Tonart: F major•
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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raised on beans and rice
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and if you shot up my crib I
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wouldn't be sur prised
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Mama used to trip 'cause I fed the mice
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I'm the one they sent home
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'cause my head had lice
I'm the kid that lost my sanity
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I'm the kid that had the toys
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Mama sat me down for some
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serious talks
On how to keep the rats
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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
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the good ass days bro
Sure we was broke but we was be
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guns havin' hella fun on natural dough
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When you started to smoke
that's when you changed
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The weed hit the brain and
the man thought he came
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It was joint, after joint, after joint, after joint
In one month your fuckin'
brain was destroyed
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Now you got children and a beautiful wife
The kinda money that you
make nigga you set for life
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Enjoy your self man you only live once
Take your family vacation and
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relax for a month
I'mma smoke 'till I croak
nigga fuck bein' broke nigga
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I need sev en 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
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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
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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
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You all cot up hearin' blastin' on dub
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our house got shot up
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Mom was all bloody I saw that shit
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It was just blast from the
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mirror it's alright kid
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You blessed by God man
you can't give up
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And run around town not givin' a fuck
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Yeah of course they jealous
and pullin' hoes shit
It's hard to be that mess- kin
that came up so quick
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You made it look easy but
It's just an illusion
You did the impossible and
took over Houston
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Now everybody thinks they
can do like you
Losin' thousands and thousands
on a half ass crew
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Talkin' down on you but
you got nothing to prove
Let 'em run they mouth all
Mutha fuck you nigga stop
preachin' n'shit
I grab my mutha fuckin' glock and
start squeezin' my shit
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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
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Can't you see these jealous
bitches pray for us to be dead,
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You gettin' soft now? You
must want to die too
all it takes is one bullet to kill me and you
you hear that gun shot?
Soundin' like it came from SPM's room!
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All my people fight da evil
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Some sniff paint and some shoot needle
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Some take shots with salt and lemon
get fucked up and beat they women
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All the children need someone to show
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them they can't be someone
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Mad at me 'cause I came up,
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I don't understand what y'all want
Say, Los, check this out, man
What up, SPM?
Say, let's just smoke and joint,
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man and try to work this thing out
Well, we could smoke a joint,
I dunno about all that other shit
Outro 1
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