<Los>
I was raised on Red Beams & Rice
& 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.
<Los>
I'm a smoke 'til I croak nigga fuck bein' broke nigga
I need 7 bedrooms & my boat nigga
Watchin' rats with 87 new gats
The penitentary's the only place where I can relax
I want some hoes in they heads they pushin' me to the edge
The only thing I'm a 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 & 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 South Side crackhead pagin' me.
<Los>
Muthafuck you nigga stop teachin' 'n'shit
I grab my muthafuckin' glock & 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 & you.
[Gunshot:]
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