Riviera Flow (Live Good)

LIVE GOOD

[Verse 1: Ryan Leslie]

Yeah, 5 seconds of fame that's all it takes, man

The grass 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 cocaine

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 bitch 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' shit up you know who started it

[Hook]