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Yeah
Yeah
October 18, '74
The year I was born
A young nigg* ready for war
its in my blood to get the fetty for sure
i was cursed since birth
and my daddy slangin' baggies of raw
and i'm the advocate
crack hit
in 86 we started havin' s**t
rockin', cookin', cuttin', baggin' it
straight havin' s**t
pushin packages for my cousin
makin 20 off a note
i refuse to go broke
my whole family slang dope
and my big sister was a little richer
cause she always hung around with the big pushers
i watched brake keys in the sink
with jack hammers and gensues
throw me money for tennis shoes
I been the dude since high school
the latest clothes and them jewels
had me paper chasin'
i didn't finish school
I bought a quarter ounce and an uz
with my crew
hit tha block
start hustle like them real do
I'm walkin in the shoes of Felix Mitchel
and little D
them balla from my projects I listen to
I kept it real in my interviews
I was broke as fk
and sleepin' on the floor in the village dude
I'm just a Y.G.
chronic D
smokin' fire weed
corner peak
I'm building dynasty
so I pistol whip and rob
what goes around comes around
cause I end up gettin' shot nigg*
but God love me
my heart don't stop
i pop bubbly
got the whole block locked
I live lovely
And my father the black gorrilla family crack dealer
with the house on the hilla make scratch for realla
that's why I say its in my blood
cause my father was a thug
with the columbian plug
flood the block with drugs nigg*
we slang lots of coca
with glocks up in the holster
La Costa Nostra nigg*!
Chorus
Livin this Life
Livin this life
Every days a stuggle
Just to survive
Just to survive
Costa Nostra
This is my life
This is my life
My life
La Costa Nostra
La Costa Nostra