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BOLDY JAMES FEAT. WESTSIDE GUNN, KEISHA & TIONA D. - ROXYCONTIN

(Brr)

Love live life, forever our mood, told Con these niggas food (Ah)
Three bricks on the backseat, ridin' four deep, a carpool (Skrrt)
in it, let the car cruise, put me 50 Cent on them Ja Rules (Ah)
Prices goin' up in the city, fifty for a jar of blues
twelves and them lotto packs, same size a bottle cap
Feds followin' my private page, think I'm enough to hit the follow back (Follow back)
Run shit to the graveyard, I was tryna pull a triple double
Had a spot off of Strathmore, the new wave off of Sixth and Hubbell (Ah)
Lost Joey, left a nigga puzzled, all it is one, caught him with a couple
Back then, used to like all a nigga used to do was get in trouble
Got brodie caught up in the shuffle, took him under, caught up in the hustle
Fascinated by the street life, got tired of seein' my struggle
Now we hoppin' out of shuttles, 187 to designer fashion (Skrrt)
Had to round 'em up in a huddle, put a play like I'm John Madden (Ah)
lookin' like Soul Train, flame burnin' off auntie eyelashes
So up in the dope game, a nigga couldn't even see the time passin'
we at with it?

We wasn't supposed to be here (Be here)
Fancy cars with the (Skrrt, with the chandeliers)
ferocious in the dope spot (Ah, dope spot)
Gun shots me comfortable (Brr, brr, make me comfortable, brr)
We wasn't even to be here (Be here)
Fancy cars the chandeliers (Skrrt, with the chandeliers)
Became in the dope spot (Ah, dope spot)
Gun shots me comfortable (Brr, brr, make me comfortable, ah)
Gun shots make me (Make me comfortable)

Ayo, fuck niggas
I don't a fuck about none of these niggas

Your life is
Diamond chokers, minidress
Never
is a reminder to the living
Grief is a gift keeps on giving
All the we done lost
This street shit came at a
Buffalo soldier, fully clips
Dead bodies, bags full of counterfeits
Stick to the script or I'll you
life is meaningless
So unfruitful