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