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 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
 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
 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
 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
 Damn dawg, you hear that gun shot?
 Soundin' like it came from SPM's room! Lets go check it out!
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 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 '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
 Ha-ha