(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***a always in NY, the A and up in Vegas
Taking pictures and shit, on some rich n***a shit
Come home like hmmm which bitch 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 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
Shit, knew that was coming right after the first sip
I been drinking and I been smoking this ain't good for my health
But bitch 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 can't 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 bitch wanna ride with us, and vibe with us come on

(Verse 2: D-Mac)

In the bad bitches 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 shit 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 ain't 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 can't 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 bitch 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

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