Stevie Crooks - Monte Cristo lyrics

[Verse 1] The fresh prince of Bel Air with golden plated chairs Marble floors, gla** doors, corkscrew stairs Sturgeon Caviar with the skinny tie Roman pillar, Scarface tubs, "fly pelican fly" A saint can see I'm one hell of a guy Can't wait to see my n***as on, so givin' up never will I Test drive in the 'Rrari how that pedal will glide Through the old streets I learned to ride a bike on Dolomite, I keep my game strong Darryl Dawkins rim k**er You playas talking but notice that its "game on" Blade drawn... the count of Monte Cristo Revenge is better served cold, look at the wrist though Princess cutteries, lovely precise with the dia-mond Chain dance like Ciara, but life from Leone Motel hideouts windows with red neon Sin city scenery, the streets done got a piece of me Took away the peace in me, so I took the piece to eat The only way I know, stick up kid with the flow Gimme... Your ears, eyes and soul Take a dip in this richess... Fasho [Hook] [Verse 2] (Yeah, we still on n***a) The cashmere k**er Violins and vanilla River full of liquor Luchini pourin' out the picture Bars from California To foreign bars in Barcelona Park the Lotus, f** a chauffeur Runnin' every hater over Momma made a soldier Not afraid to pull from out the holster La Cosa Nostra hustle like he Sosa Alpo on the kawasaki, wheelie with the toaster Sittin' on my balcony pettin' my pet vulture Robe like I'm Ghost Dog Or Ali from the shoulder throwin' ghost punches Lights out, it's game over Y'all so pathetic, wastin' time comparin' While my verses be preparin' me to watch a new McLaren It's the future that I'm sharin', but my present's not far Look at me I'll be a star, this is not about a car This is 'bout a gift from God Look at me shinin' With twins in the hallway... Drinkin' Jack, I am Not y'all... word