Feb 9 - LIVE lyrics

(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 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 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**, 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**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 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 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 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 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