(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 aint never in the city look at how he be living
That n***a always in NY, the A and up in Vegas
Taking pictures and sh**, on some rich n***a sh**
Come home like hmmm which b**h 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***a's is not stylish
All of you a joke, lame and you broke
And got the nerve to hate on a n***a behind a hoe?
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**, knew that was coming right after the first sip
I been drinking and I been smoking this aint good for my health
But b**h I'm high and I'm feeling myself, oh yea (Chorus: D-Mac)
Yeah I'm live n***a
I know you see me but you n***a's cant see me
Boy I'm Live n***a
Well respected, well known, n***a go and ask yo shone
Boy I'm live n***a
Whole click full of live n***a's
That's why yo b**h wanna ride with us, and vibe with us come on (Verse 2: D-Mac) In the bad b**hes girl talk's, your name don't surface
You n***as 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***a 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***a your whole life's my throwback thursday
And ooh sh** 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***a 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 aint me
Boy you ain't live n***a...
Boy you ain't live n***a...
You're nothing like me
Ay yo I got the finest hoes cuz I'm live n***a
And I rock the flyest clothes cuz I'm live n***a
I'm breaking bread with my bro's thats live n***a
Yeah the whole click trill and all of our diamonds real
Boy I'm Live n***a, Ay boy I'm live n***a (Chorus:D-Mac) That's right I'm Live n***a
I know you see me but you n***a's cant see me
Boy I'm Live n***a
Well respected, well known, n***a go and ask yo shone
Boy I'm live n***a
Whole click full of live n***as
That's why yo b**h wanna ride with us, and vibe with us come on (Talking:D-Mac)
It's D-Mac, 3-1 Live!!!!!!, Brownsub!!!!, Dade County n***a what's up!!!!! Tom Ford shades and a Tom Ford tux, I could talk Tom Ford I'm making Tom Ford bucks Holla