(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 nigga always in NY, the A and up in Vegas
Taking pictures and shit, on some rich nigga 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 nigga's is not stylish
All of you a joke, lame and you broke
And got the nerve to hate on a nigga 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
Shit, knew that was coming right after the first sip
I been drinking and I been smoking this aint good for my health
But bitch I'm high and I'm feeling myself, oh yea
Yeah I'm live nigga
I know you see me but you nigga's cant see me
Boy I'm Live nigga
Well respected, well known, nigga go and ask yo shone
Boy I'm live nigga
Whole click full of live nigga'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 niggas is clowns, Universoul Circus
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