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SPM Lyrics

I put dro in 'gars, put coke in jars
I fill cigars with marijuana and store cocaine in jars.

Gotta stay on my toes so I don't do bars
I need to stay alert so I don't end up in jail.

I sip syrup, but if I get sleepy
I consume cough syrup, but avoid getting too drowsy.

I put my jewelry in my pocket and I head to my teepee
I hide my expensive accessories and seek refuge in my shelter.

Got money and power, not a barker or growler
I have wealth and influence, but I am not an aggressive person.

In the game with no ref, but will bury a fouler
I operate within a lawless world, but I will take decisive action against those who break the rules.

Moonlight howler, in a new white Prowler
I celebrate life by howling at the moon, while driving a new white car.

South Park freestyler, not a police dialer
I freestyle to express myself, but I don't call the police for help.

Make more bread than a deli, burn rubber in belly
I earn a lot of money, and drive recklessly in fast cars.

Nigga might put it in a peanut butter and jelly
I might use drugs in unconventional ways.

And I get so much head up in H-Town nightclubs
I receive a lot of oral sex in Houston nightclubs.

I guess I can honestly say that life sucks
Despite my wealth and success, I am still unhappy.

Crib was a mil, that's what it costed
My house was expensive.

My girl from London called me a cheating bastard
My girlfriend from London accused me of being unfaithful.

No more broke mon, now 'Los so strong
I used to be poor, but now I am financially stable.

The world show me more fuckin' love than a slow song
The world shows me a lot of love and support.

People always ask the same question
People often ask me why I am always high.

'Losy why always so high?
People ask me why I always consume drugs or alcohol.

If you only knew how I'm stressing
If you were aware of the pressure and anxiety I am under.

I meet a fan and be trippin' how they squeeze my hand
I am surprised by the enthusiasm of my fans.

Houston bum, all I had was a stupid gun
I used to be a poor and desperate person, with a now useless weapon.

And 7 black trash bags of aluminum
I used to gather and sell cans for a living.

In the club I be tryna dance
I try to dance in nightclubs.

But I look like my gramps when he fell in the plants
But I dance awkwardly and embarrass myself.

And my 'Wela didn't think it was funny
And my grandmother did not find it amusing.

My whole family get drunk and crunk
My entire family becomes intoxicated and rebellious.

Eyes bloodshot, head hurtin', and whatnot
Our eyes are red and our heads hurt due to the effects of alcohol or drugs.

2 hours later, shootin' pool at the thug spot
A couple of hours later, we are playing pool in a dangerous area.

25 dudes and about 9 chicks
There are twenty-five men and about nine women present.

And they wonder why we always fightin' and shit
People question why there is always conflict and violence around us.

I blast you Romans, like the boy Yosemite
I will fight against and defeat any enemy, like the legendary warrior Yosemite.

Just step if you wanna test my authenticity ahhh
If you want to challenge my credibility or authenticity, go ahead and try.

Me, I'm getting high while my broad getting low
I am consuming drugs while my partner performs oral sex on me.

Driving down Martin Luther King very slow
I am driving slowly down Martin Luther King Boulevard.

My enemies gon' catch it like the flu
My enemies will suffer and endure the consequences of their actions.

1 2 maybe 3 with the .45'll do
A few shots from my handgun will be enough to settle a score.

Clean it up, wrap the boy in a sheet
I will dispose of the evidence and wrap the victim in a sheet.

Cuz you can't just leave him all twisted on the street
I cannot just leave the victim's body exposed on the street.

Some sad some happy, with that girl Jackie
Some moments are sad, some are happy, like spending time with a girl named Jackie.

While my cousin at the war tryna help the Iraqi
While my cousin is fighting in the war, trying to help the Iraqi people.

Livin' under pressure, I pray for the soldier
Living under constant stress and pressure, I pray for the safety of our soldiers.

Right across the street while she laid on the sofa
Despite the war, there is a woman across the street who is relaxed on her couch.

My best friend's daughter got shot in a drive by
The daughter of my best friend was wounded in a shooting that occurred from a moving vehicle.

Thank God she lived, but the scars never quite die
Thankfully, she survived, but she will carry the emotional scars for the rest of her life.

Lord help me, tight fist around the clip
I feel desperate and angry, with my hand tightly holding onto my gun.

I feel I can't breathe I need revenge for this shit
I feel suffocated and must take vengeance for this traumatic experience.

Every time I turn around I'm tested
I am frequently challenged and forced to prove myself.

As I roll another blunt out this ounce I'm blessed with
As I prepare to consume more marijuana, I realize how fortunate I am to have it.