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[Intro: Boldy James & Westside Gunn] Mafia (Brr) [Verse: Boldy James & Westside Gunn] Love live life, forever our mood, told Con these niggas shark food (Ah) Three bricks on the backseat, ridin' four deep, that's a carpool (Skrrt) Speedin' in it, let the car cruise, put me 50 Cent on them Ja Rules (Ah) Prices goin' up in the city, twenty-six fifty for a jar of blues Twelve twelves and them lotto packs, same size as a bottle cap Feds followin' my private page, think I'm dumb enough to hit the follow back (Follow back) Run this shit to the graveyard, I was tryna pull a triple double Had a spot off of Strathmoor, behind the Nu Wave off of Sixth and Hubbell (Ah) Lost Joey, left a nigga puzzled, all it take is one, caught him with a couple Back then, used to seem like all a nigga used to do was get in trouble Got brodie caught up in the shuffle, hood took him under, caught up in the hustle Fascinated by the street life, got tired of seein' my niggas struggle Now we hoppin' out of space shuttles, 187 to designer fashion (Skrrt) Had to round 'em up in a huddle, put a play together like I'm John Madden (Ah) Line lookin' like Soul Train, flame burnin' off auntie eyelashes So tied up in the dope game, a nigga couldn't even see the time passin' Where we at with it? [Chorus: Westside Gunn & Tiona Deniece] We wasn't even supposed to be here (Be here) Fancy cars with the chandeliers (Skrrt, with the chandeliers) Came from roaches in the dope spot (Ah, dope spot) Gun shots make you comfortable (Brr, brr, make you comfortable, brr) We wasn't even supposed to be here (Be here) Fancy cars with the chandeliers (Skrrt, with the chandeliers) Came from roaches in the dope spot (Ah, dope spot) Gun shots make you comfortable (Brr, brr, make you comfortable, ah) Gun shots make you comfortable (Make you comfortable) [Break: Westside Gunn] Ayo, fuck y'all niggas I don't give a fuck about none of these niggas [Outro: Keisha Plum] Your life is meaningless Diamond chokers, snakeskin minidress Never confess Death is a reminder to the living Grief is a gift that keeps on giving All the niggas we done lost This street shit came at a cost Buffalo soldier, fully loaded clips Dead bodies, duffle bags full of counterfeits Stick to the script, or I'll remind you Your life is meaningless So very unfruitful Griselda, by Fashion Rebels