Chorus:] She don't know why But all she knows is that her youngest child is a real gangster now you see... [Verse 1:] He was a good kid all through elementary A's and B's and had no enemies But he saw all the G's as he walked home he couldn't read all the words on the walls though So many letters crossed out with X's He wondered but knew not to ask those questions No pops, and his mom worked to the nail She managed to buy him some shoes on sale She didn't know, she bought the wrong color And they stayed in the closet all summer Even though the kid wasn't affiliated He knew what they loved, and knew what they hated Now he's in Middle School, same individual But this is where things seem to get a bit difficult This is the life of a young Mexican First verse done take me to the second one [Chorus x2] [Verse 2:] 6th grade, why so much homework Got a pot pie sitting in the stove burnt Momma still ain't back from her job yet So he eats it cause that's all he got left Then he plays with his little puppy Cinnamon His last dog was a victim of a hit n run There's a knock on his door it's his homeboy Your mom's gone? He pulls out a chrome toy Where'd you get that from? The kid asked We broke into a house we got a bunch of shit stashed It was the first time he ever held a real gun To get one of these you gotta steal one We too young they won't let us buy a gat Now if they shoot at us we can fire back Who is they and why would they blast at me? Cause you from the hood fool, this is family [Chorus x2] [Verse 3:] A year passes now the kids Dickies sag In his pocket got a knife and a nickel bag And the homeboy that showed him his first gun Got killed last week in a burban Putting work in 45 jerkin' Lucky shot hit, popped like a virgin Closed casket touched as he strolled past it Got his name tattooed on two hoes asses So he'll still be remembered often while His little bitch gettin' hit doggy style It ain't stoppin' now while his moms' on the ground On her knees yelling "Please Lord not my child I want to watch him smile He can turn his Pac up loud He can sleep with his pitbull on the couch" And while the kid is listening to her words All he can think about is bloody, bloody murders [Chorus x2]
On my 2nd strike, 3rd one I get life, it's hard to think right, with that shit on my mind, can't see the light, because i'm walking in night, starring at the sky, lord accept me if i die, do whatever it takes, just to survive, no counting to 10, when I come with the 9, or time for goodbyes, your card's been decline, get the fuck out the line, a real tiger with stripes. 2nd grade I caught my first case Convenience store stealing spray paint every place I went to cross names every night more my mom would embrace couldn't bare to look me in face because she knew that her lil boy change i'd look away cause I was high off my brain felt ashame like if I was feeling her pain out late and sometimes even for days just like a dog out of it's cage considered mentally insane at a really young age just because I couldn't behave till this day they judge me for past mistakes that I made I would of explained but they couldn't relate I ain't the same as ya bitches and I don't care if you hate
Better think 2wice before you run up on me, lacing lead into a phony if he talking up on me, my lil homies VKR and they steady patrolin, we creepin on every opp block if they trippin abt us, varrio king rafis clicc you remember the name, we on your block we let it spark den get to dippen ese, if my lil homie run up on you better pray for your life, we snatch your life can't relive twice its like a game of dice, and where I'm from ese it's either do or die, vkr I'm down ride for my homies that's right 💯
One 2 put the rest to the test use ya might go all in like a black Knight moving at night I'm out if sight the stuff y'all do ain't right tasting the bud flipping to the 3rd riding on the boleuvard spm thinks he's hard
Chorus:]
She don't know why
But all she knows
is that her youngest child
is a real gangster now
you see...
[Verse 1:]
He was a good kid all through elementary
A's and B's and had no enemies
But he saw all the G's as he walked home
he couldn't read all the words on the walls though
So many letters crossed out with X's
He wondered but knew not to ask those questions
No pops, and his mom worked to the nail
She managed to buy him some shoes on sale
She didn't know, she bought the wrong color
And they stayed in the closet all summer
Even though the kid wasn't affiliated
He knew what they loved, and knew what they hated
Now he's in Middle School, same individual
But this is where things seem to get a bit difficult
This is the life of a young Mexican
First verse done take me to the second one
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2:]
6th grade, why so much homework
Got a pot pie sitting in the stove burnt
Momma still ain't back from her job yet
So he eats it cause that's all he got left
Then he plays with his little puppy Cinnamon
His last dog was a victim of a hit n run
There's a knock on his door it's his homeboy
Your mom's gone? He pulls out a chrome toy
Where'd you get that from? The kid asked
We broke into a house we got a bunch of shit stashed
It was the first time he ever held a real gun
To get one of these you gotta steal one
We too young they won't let us buy a gat
Now if they shoot at us we can fire back
Who is they and why would they blast at me?
Cause you from the hood fool, this is family
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3:]
A year passes now the kids Dickies sag
In his pocket got a knife and a nickel bag
And the homeboy that showed him his first gun
Got killed last week in a burban
Putting work in 45 jerkin'
Lucky shot hit, popped like a virgin
Closed casket touched as he strolled past it
Got his name tattooed on two hoes asses
So he'll still be remembered often while
His little bitch gettin' hit doggy style
It ain't stoppin' now while his moms' on the ground
On her knees yelling "Please Lord not my child
I want to watch him smile
He can turn his Pac up loud
He can sleep with his pitbull on the couch"
And while the kid is listening to her words
All he can think about is bloody, bloody murders
[Chorus x2]
Az Arellano thats rigght
spm, a legend, full respect
Spm is a legend so relatable free spm🙏🙏
The beginning of the instrumental sounds like a life alert commercial anyone agree?
Legend..
ima turn this into an ebk beat omm
On my 2nd strike, 3rd one I get life, it's hard to think right, with that shit on my mind, can't see the light, because i'm walking in night, starring at the sky, lord accept me if i die, do whatever it takes, just to survive, no counting to 10, when I come with the 9, or time for goodbyes, your card's been decline, get the fuck out the line, a real tiger with stripes.
2nd grade I caught my first case
Convenience store stealing spray paint every place I went to cross names every night more my mom would embrace couldn't bare to look me in face because she knew that her lil boy change i'd look away cause I was high off my brain felt ashame like if I was feeling her pain out late and sometimes even for days just like a dog out of it's cage considered mentally insane at a really young age just because I couldn't behave till this day they judge me for past mistakes that I made I would of explained but they couldn't relate I ain't the same as ya bitches and I don't care if you hate
Haaa!!! Trash!!!!
@@sergiopayan5336 tu verga
lonely day ~by lonely boy
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age of empires init
love this track and I wanted the beat and here it is 👌👌
8 yes later and I'ma fuck it up
Garage band !!
How u did u do this
Better think 2wice before you run up on me, lacing lead into a phony if he talking up on me, my lil homies VKR and they steady patrolin, we creepin on every opp block if they trippin abt us, varrio king rafis clicc you remember the name, we on your block we let it spark den get to dippen ese, if my lil homie run up on you better pray for your life, we snatch your life can't relive twice its like a game of dice, and where I'm from ese it's either do or die, vkr I'm down ride for my homies that's right 💯
Boooooo weak
#peteypyres freestyles to instrumentals
She don't know
One 2 put the rest to the test use ya might go all in like a black Knight moving at night I'm out if sight the stuff y'all do ain't right tasting the bud flipping to the 3rd riding on the boleuvard spm thinks he's hard
Should I rap this for my CZcams
Toxic Fragz no
no
Fuck no