l.o.r.d.

Yeah, huh, I'm finna one take this shit real quick man Yeah, huh A long way from the slot of homebody lifestyles of the rich and dangerous Forget I said anything about them picture frames And forget the pain, but I can't forget that pain The scars still there cause you can't cover up them muzzle wounds A resurrection from that crumbled tomb It puzzled you to see a nigga up off of that air mattress A million dollars in the making, a king walking in his greatness The ring off, in the paint Twenty four cause it's my Kobe year I ran the show, it's Mardi Gras, I made it flow for years A river of my tears, I ran a boat through that shit to the Cayman Islands A hundred percent, coated in diamond ore You niggas couldn't hit this arena I'm in Because I keep that sword, tucked in my fit Look like a blick buster And f*ck the dealer, I'm gon' quick flush it I need the light cause I done seen enough shit Mr. Congenial Promise to give back to my city like a genie, ow Scenic to Monticello Even my mama can tell you, that boy he been a legend Cause in the booth I John Wilkes it Like Angelou, I rise The angel of the sun Catch me on Alameda Forged in the fires of cast iron and battered teachers Coasting the line of my ancestors that had to keep it hush But now we finna touch it Look how we finna touch it The lifestyles of the rich and dangerous, yeah 225, come alive The lifestyles of the rich and dangerous Hova season