(Verse 1: D-Mac)
I figured I’d spit it for the doubters and critics
Cuz when I drop this it’s gonna get thousands of listens
They like I know he got money dog but how does he get it?
He ain't never in the city look at how he be living
That n*gga always in NY, the A and up in Vegas
Taking pictures and sh*t, on some rich n*gga sh*t
Come home like hmmm which b*tch should he hit?
Whomever I desire, I’m sure I’m who they admire
I am flyer than a 5x7 there go that man again
I swear to God yo they always asking what brand I’m in
Bow Tie & brim, grinning winning like a champion
Much dapper than rappers who be dressing like the mannequin
Yuck, who’s your stylist? You n*gga's is not stylish
All of you a joke, lame and you broke
And got the nerve to hate on a n*gga behind a ho?
Thats cool, the hood already know-ready know
That I get fresh so fly could endorse the insect
Dressed to impress, yes, I’ve been blessed
Young baller should be on a box of Wheaties, all the wanna be’s wanna be me
Ill enough to call in work sick, throw'ed worst than the first pitch
sh*t, knew that was coming right after the first sip
I been drinking and I been smoking this ain't good for my health
But b*tch I’m high and I’m feeling myself, oh yea
(Chorus: D-Mac)
Yeah I’m live n*gga
I know you see me but you n*gga's can't see me
Boy I’m Live n*gga
Well respected, well known, n*gga go and ask yo shone
Boy I’m live n*gga
Whole click full of live n*gga's
That’s why yo b*tch wanna ride with us, and vibe with us come on
(Verse 2: D-Mac)
In the bad b*tches girl talk’s, your name don't surface
You n*ggas is clowns, Universoul Circus
Oooh, wheels down I just landed in yo town
Where the good weed at? Bring a couple models round
Roof top spot, it used to be the bottom bunk
Got my dollars up, now I’m quoting Trey, Bottoms Up!
Toast for the squad n*gga all we got is us
Make the chumps hate a mac, they act like Donald Trump
Super future shades and some true religion denim
Compliment this throwback jersey
What you doing I done did it boy you tripping
n*gga your whole life’s my throwback thursday
And ooh sh*t did I mention?
My main dame badder than that student in detention
Yo I do this for a living
Got em’ bitter teeth gritting, look at me look at me
Do it big up in Liv I’m with Mr.Dupri, yee
Shout out my n*gga JD
I swear I think I’m him whenever I don't think I’m Jay-Z
Cuz money ain't a thang whatever the case may be
Ballin like I’m KD
You alright, but they see, you ain't me
Boy you ain't live n*gga...
Boy you ain't live n*gga...
You’re nothing like me
Ay yo I got the finest hoes cuz I’m live n*gga
And I rock the flyest clothes cuz I’m live n*gga
I’m breaking bread with my bro’s thats live n*gga
Yeah the whole click trill and all of our diamonds real
Boy I’m Live n*gga, Ay boy I’m live n*gga
(Chorus:D-Mac)
That’s right I’m Live n*gga
I know you see me but you n*gga's can't see me
Boy I’m Live n*gga
Well respected, well known, n*gga go and ask yo shone
Boy I’m live n*gga
Whole click full of live n*ggas
That’s why yo b*tch wanna ride with us, and vibe with us come on
(Talking:D-Mac)
It’s D-Mac, 3-1 Live!!!!!!, Brownsub!!!!, Dade County n*gga what's up!!!!!
Tom Ford shades and a Tom Ford tux, I could talk Tom Ford I’m making Tom Ford bucks
Holla