The System South Park Mexican

[Verse 1]
This Ones for those on the dead end street
Hustlin hard to make all they ends meet
I hope one day I see yo benz creep
Watch for the jealousy that most friends keep
S-P got the Bentley
All I can do is thank god cause he blessed me
I used to be just like you
Slangin crack rock on the avenue
Packin Glocks and runnin from cops
Most of my clients like they cane on the rocks
Gun shots like 2 blocks away
I wonda who the fuck caught a hot one today
Neva mind cause I don't wanna know
I just lost two good friends in the row
One second things is lookin beautiful
The next second you can start off the funeral

[Hook]
All my friends are in the dead end street
Some locked up and some are R-I-P
You can't win there ain't no way no how
Clock your change and get the fuck on out

[Verse 2]
We was Pyrex shakers
Sunny Side money makers
In Hillwood we had rocks big as now and laterz
QuikStop was the store where we slung at
Everybody knew me for my hundred packs
Across the street was law elementry
My car was so clean kids was lookin up to me
They wanna be like me a tru hustla
Cause they daddy drives an old gas guzzla
The dope deala I ain't tryina brag but
Fuck watchin roaches tryina climb out my bath tub
I was a hard head tryina be a drug lord
Slow my roll nah homie what the fuck for
Im in the 2 bed trailor man im dirt poor
When hurricanes would kome id run next door
To my homies house his name is huet hodges
We gonna make out this ghetto man I promise