Roxycontin (feat. Westside Gunn, Keisha Plum & Tiona Deniece)

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 Strathmore
 Behind the new 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?
 We wasn't even supposed to be here (be here)
 Fancy cars with the chandeliers (skrrt, with the chandeliers)
 Became ferocious in the dope spot (ah, dope spot)
 Gun shots make me
 Comfortable (brr, brr, make me comfortable, brr)
 We wasn't even supposed to be here (be here)
 Fancy cars with the chandeliers (skrrt, with the chandeliers)
 Became ferocious in the dope spot (ah, dope spot)
 Gun shots make me
 Comfortable (brr, brr, make me comfortable, ah)
 Gun shots make me comfortable (make me comfortable)
 Ayo, fuck y'all niggas
 I don't give a fuck about none of these niggas
 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
 Chris Salta
 By fashion rip