"Screens Falling"(feat. Ayana, Coast)
  [Chorus: Ayana]
  Screens falling from the sky
  Boys swing in all those
  Lil' throwed folks
  We sunny side, for life
  Candy on my '4, I'm so throwed
    [Verse 1: SPM]
  It feel good givin back to the hood
  I'm tryin to make up for all the dope I cook
  And for all the dope fiends I woop
  Remember my first gun? I almost shot my foot
  Surrounded by crackheads, I would wonder?
  Will a nigga ever make it out this gutter?
  Cops would come, all of us would run
  There was nine of us, they couldnt catch one
  Good old days, I wont forget
  While I write on this laptop in this jet
  With the Universal Records President
  And they say everything I do
  I'm the first mexican
  Aint no love and aint no peace, bro
  My 12 gauge shotty will make
  Your chest look like a pizza
  Things I do, I'm a goddamn fool
  I'm puttin seventeen strip dancers all through school
    [Chorus]
    [Verse 2: Coast]
  And you can find me in a parkin lot
  Parkin a drop, hop in the X5
  Thats my, SUV, yes ma
  Next time I pull up and
  Some of that old crazy shit
  I will roll down my windows and got
  Seven inches for the radius
  Maybe its the attention that I'm gettin
  When they spinnin, or maybe
  It's the liqour that I'm sippin
  And got me feelin like
  I cant be taken lightly
  Cause I been poppin pills
  So you aint gon' like me
  I might distributing llello
  Put you on my payroll
  Supply with a bird
  But you dont move it till I say so
  Make sure you dont take
  No money out from under me
  Cause I'm the type of player
  Thats gonna run up in your company
  Dont trust me, cuz I never sober
  Usually I'm gone off for that
  Pink or Purple soda
  You better move over
  I'm not far from vomiting
  Los and Coast's the shit
  But still that diet aint no stoppin him
    [Chorus]
    [Verse 3: SPM]
  I dont give a fuck, cuz
  We some hustlaz, friends we once was
  Now I once blood, scratchin on my six
  Thats somethin that a bitch'll do
  I'll bet you squat down everytime
  Everytime you piss out brew
  Tomahawk, show these niggas your tattoo
  While we bang screw, Erykah Badu
  Knock knock, pop trunk on the boulevarde
  How the fuck you gon' act like you pussies hard?
  Once again, S-P Man, true killer
  Fuck talkin bitch, show me what to do nigga
  Representer, bow before you enter
  Theres a reward for a man that can find my temper
  Sick and tired of you jealous-ass bitches
  Send you to hell and you can call me long distance
  Dont't run your mouth homeboy, you aint deep enough
  Get on your phone and go and call some more people up
    [Chorus]