[Yukmouth: one long verse]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
October 18th '74, the year I was born
A young n***a, ready for war
It's in my blood to get the 'fetty for sure
I was cursed since birth to get the patties slanging faggats are raw
And I'm the advocate, crackhead, in '86 we started having shit
Rock it and cook it to cut the baggin' is, slang packages
For my cousin, making twenty off a note
But I refused to go broke; my whole family slang dope
And my big sister was a little richer cuz she always fucked around with the big pushers
I watched n***as break keys in the sinks with jackhammers and Ginsu's
Throw me money for tennis shoes
I been the dude since high school with latest clothes and them jewels
Had me paper chasing, I didn't finish school
I bought a quarter ounce in the ooze
Got a crew, hit the block, start hustling like the real n***as do
I'm walking in the shoes of Phoenix Mitchell
And Little D, I'm balling n***as from my projects I listened to
I keep it real with my interviews
I was broke as fuck and sleeping on the floor in the village dude
I'm just a YG, why chronic D, smoking finer weed
Thick as quarter peak I build a dynasty?
So a pistol whip and rob n***as
What goes around, comes around cuz I end up getting shot n***a
But got love not, my hope don't stop, I pop bubbly
Like the whole block locked, I live lovely
And my father was a Black Guerilla Family crack dealer
With the house on hill-a, made scratch for real-a
That's why I say it's in my blood cuz my father was a thug
With the Colombian plug, flood the block with drugs n***a!
We slang lots of coca with Glock's up in the holster
La Costra Nostra n***a!
Chorus x2:
Living the life, living this life
Everyday's a struggle
Living this life, living this life
La Costa Nostra