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Los (Screwed) Lyrics

Los
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 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

Los
I'mma smoke 'till I croak n**** f*** bein' broke n****
I need seven bedrooms and my boat n****
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 s*** on my own
I got a camera
for every f*****' inch of my home
It's in my blood to be a drunk and not give a f***
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
Los
m**** f*** you n**** stop preachin' n's***
I grab my m**** f*****' glock and start squeezin' my s***
No mercy for the weak b**** so save yo' speech b****
You can't reach I'm too deep in these streets b****
Don't p*** me off I'll put this gat to yo' head
Can't you see these jealous b****** 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
gun shot
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