All Praises Due

Real niggas don't die, real niggas don't die (x3) Verse 1: Eating Greek salads, very Steve Stoute-ish Good nigga with a bad bitch that need counseling Young Olive (?) Epicurean resorts wildin' on a island Getting back to the freshest leathers En Noir trendsetters while you niggas jealous Niggas winnin', dry gin'n, Sicily sinnin' Haute livin', skinny women in Fendi linen I booked my hood joint her first first class flight I'm just living life shawty, just living life I wish I was what I wish I was Rich nigga drugs, I fuck 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 nigga, reasonable doubt it Witty and wavy with whatever (?) Allahu akbar, sabotaging cop cars For my niggas on the block that never got far Dead prezie, glass 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 fucking best Best wishes to the next next fucking 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