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