Problem - All Praises Due lyrics

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