Livin Legend

Woke up in the morning, smoking breakfast, got me dazed

Woke up in the morning, smoking breakfast, got me dazed

Woke up in the morning, smoking breakfast, got me dazed

Woke up in the morning, smoking breakfast, got me dazed

Woke up in the morning, smoking breakfast, got me dazed

Yeah

Well, it's the P

The mothafuckin' ****

The god, the truth

The one who pour his soul out in the booth

The ghetto superstar, I'm round the way, so hide ya ho

I'm flashing foreign cars and moving large below the scope

Ya dig it, my repertoire is vicious

My game be in the pros, I make the bitch stand on her pivot

I tell the bitch, "You wit' it or you ain't

You do it or you can't", staying sharper than a shank

Ya dig, this pimpin' more than big

It's giant, I do this all the time

I'm dapper by design

My bitches stand in line

I'm calm, I'm cool

I'm sneaky wit' the tool

Try run up on a P, you frontin' hard, you bound to lose

I'm too official

I'm at the top, I'm presidential

Go harder on a ho, don't double up, bitch, make it triple

You **** artificial like these bitches bbl's

It's Mr. Rice, the god, I give 'em hell

I wish you well

Woke up in the morning, smoking breakfast, got me dazed

Woke up in the morning, smoking breakfast, got me dazed

Woke up in the morning, smoking breakfast, got me dazed

Woke up in the morning, smoking breakfast, got me dazed

I'm the magnificent, the mothafuckin' player pope

This verse is for all you bitches dropping off them pantyhose

So say what's up

Say what's up

Say what's up

Say what's up

To all the ladies wit' the babies standing ten

I treat you like my kin, I know you out here tryna win

So hustle up

Hustle up

Hustle up

Hustle up, yeah