text: Yeah, Limosa Nostra, its a family
  Im cutthroat, cold water
  What you think I get a nut for
  All the reasons that I struck for
  They dont dream they dont even got one hope
  Best believe my L is pulling like a tug boat
  Get ya weed up, if you need us
  If you see us, cant breathe what
  All the smoke in the car get ya hot boxed
  Best believe we get kicks like hot rocks
  This aint the 90s but Im high up
  And Im grimy head full of lemon drop
  Drop the top down, drop a bottom down
  Now the beat got so much bottom now
  Mama thats what Im about
  CT but I stay dodged out
  Im dusted, stay brushed up
  Boo Bonic, tell em whats up
  Aye, nigga I got starletts
  Red carpet, ready on my arm like scarlet
  But lowkey freaking like charlotte
  And we aint in the city
  Land of the big dreams
  She knew my bitch that go to rehab, sick dreams
  World that I live in, whole buncha fucking women
  They feelings get crushed like cold linen
  Tippin the womb im hot entrance & cold ending
  Her mind and body expand I leave her soul spinning
  Frisbee that bitch Im a dog
  Plus I shine out London you can see me through the fog
  Blow through, chill til I got back in my bag I was in around 02
  So true, them lights excite all the freaks and
  Just like B.I.G we can do it every weekend
  Blind side ya like M Oher, Sandra
  Perfect position in the game nigga tantrum
  But get equated with who we are
  This is Nostra, where all our days seem dark
  See, so Im alone, waiting on my love to fold
  So cold, yeah
  Misfit, 205, 203, Limos