La Costra Nostra (Intro) lyrics

[Yukmouth: one long verse]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
October 18th '74, the year I was born
A young n*gga, 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 sh*t
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 f*cked around with the big pushers
I watched n*ggas 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*ggas do
I'm walking in the shoes of Phoenix Mitchell
And Little D, I'm balling n*ggas from my projects I listened to
I keep it real with my interviews
I was broke as f*ck 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*ggas
What goes around, comes around cuz I end up getting shot n*gga
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*gga!
We slang lots of coca with Glock's up in the holster
La Costra Nostra n*gga!
Chorus x2:
Living the life, living this life
Everyday's a struggle
Living this life, living this life
La Costa Nostra