Real n***as don't die, real n***as don't die (x3)
Verse 1:
Eating Greek salads, very Steve Stoute-ish
Good n***a with a bad b**h that need counseling
Young Olive (?)
Epicurean resorts wildin' on a island
Getting back to the freshest leathers
En Noir trendsetters while you n***as jealous
n***as winnin', dry gin'n, Sicily sinnin'
Haute livin', skinny women in Fendi linen
I booked my hood joint her first first cla** flight
I'm just living life shawty, just living life
I wish I was what I wish I was
Rich n***a d**, I f** her to no better love
I'm on my own in Balmain Homme
Love don't live here, don't call my phone
Jordan 3s on a 1960's Louis trunk
All I need is (?)
Alexander Wang black croc' playing cards
Life's only hard if you make it hard
I want it all but it's never enough
I'm on the phone with my lawyer and smoking a blunt
Verse 2:
I really be honored, though I look (?)
GPS on the road to riches, reroute it
Young real n***a, reasonable doubt it
Witty and wavy with whatever (?)
Allahu akbar, sabotaging cop cars
For my n***as on the block that never got far
Dead prezie, gla** jars, purple resie
Heads heavy, no love when it's necessary
Welcome to the real world, fake real life
Street rats versus field mice
And I wish I wasn't the f**ing best
Best wishes to the next next f**ing best
Jesus Christ even thought evil thoughts
I be offended to the point that I can't even talk
Lost world, but I found a spark
Heaven or hell, just hail royal art
Missoni motifs, all white gowns
All (?) , behind my all white smile
Praises due to the powers above
Never tell lies to the ones that you love