l.o.r.d.

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