Ryan Leslie - Riviera Flow (Live Good) lyrics

LIVE GOOD [Verse 1: Ryan Leslie] Yeah, 5 seconds of fame that's all it takes, man The gra** might look green, I watch the snakes, man Put a couple 0's in my bank statement Then hire a lawyer to look after my estate plan Yeah, so I can plan my vacation Somewhere I can get tan and have relations With my Tunisian girl, yeah she super hot Super luxury - breakfast is on a super yacht The terror of the French Riviera Rolling down the strip I'm in that rare Carrera Pose for the haters when I pull up at the cross walk The whole club sold out to hear the boss talk And we gon' shut down the city tonight My homie Sheed 'bout to spend about fifty tonight So if you and your girlfriends get pretty tonight We gon' show u what good livin is like [Hook: Ryan Leslie] So I'mma live hard I'mma dream big Cause in the end, homie I'm just tryna live good I'm just tryna live good Do it bigger than anybody else ever did Cause in the end, homie I'm just tryna live good I'm just tryna live good [Verse 2: Ryan Leslie] I'm black and successful I guess I beat the odds The rare chance a mortal could actually beat the gods I took that chance, believing I could win this Take my seat on the throne - the peak of Mount Olympus I'm slipping the day it turns cold in Hades SLR McClaren yea that's the old Mercedes It's catching the eye of every bystander Lanvin to fly - call that high standards At the border know I'm asking for trouble The customs officer found 30 stacks in my duffel I said I'm partial to nice uniforms on a chick She let me off with a warning but she wanted a flick The by-product of celebrity She don't even know who I am, but she'll remember me So I reinvest in a fan for longevity Caught up in the fame - that's where I'll never be [Hook] [Verse 3: Raekwon] Yo I ran through the park some nights, holding c**aine No ID - I'm lonely in this cold game Once I get back on my feet I gotta a family far away Somewhere in Dubai and it's deep Coconut water and spliffs fly honey bunnies Wrangler jeeps, 6 hundred horse sonny Listening to Big and Pac In a world where they kidnap your girl and b**h smack your pops I'm all about more commas, Fisker Karma But I'm stuck on a bench in a bomber A ski hat a pair of these Lees, I'm wearing these trees it be that Quick fast to blast for G's Never been nothing but a street king Now let the beat bang, gimme a mic check my mean swing Sooner or later we large and I'll glance at myself Biggin' sh** up you know who started it [Hook]