Stalin
Livewire
Beat rock
Man I tell ya, bustas they be hating all the time
But me? I still shine, still gon grind
I slide through, 12s slappin, you can hear the alpine
Still got that white girl in that alpine
Know... I'm a beast for the dough
Move the work crosstate in a 4 by 4
I'm a hustler, I get it natural
Keak told me "still freak in my nappy fro'"
Fo O in my pants, doin my dance
Still drinkin my bo with all my friends
Nigga, I spit ambulance
That's why the rippers follow like Toucan Sam
You know me, I wham bam "thank you mam"
"The money keep calling, so baby I gotta scram"
Yeah, Stalin issue it out, cause bitch I'm the man
So many hundreds, can't hold them in my hand
I'm back in the building and I'm feeling like Mac Dre
Bitch in the club and she badder than Beyonce
Middle fingers up, fuckboy don't try me, try me
Unless you wanna die in the lobby
I'm back up in the building and I'm feeling like Mac Dre, Mac Dre, Mac Dre, Mac Dre, Mac Dre
Said I'm back up in the building and I'm feeling like Mac Dre, Mac Dre, Mac Dre, Mac Dre
I get money, money I got
Acting like a nigga who ain't never had a lot
Windows up, doing donuts in the parking lot
Scrapers is cool but bitches love drops
Me? I paint the town, especially when it's hot
With a OG bitch, call her Vivica Fox
Still bustin knocks with the chop off rooftops
While you niggas argue about who's hot
I'll be stepping in the club in a blue fox, while you haters hella ancient like tube socks
I be where the 2s pop, make you do the doo-wop
Lil mama, put it right there, never tell you stop
I'm on 10th street at the end of the block
Cross street from the store, in the parking lot
2 steppin on the turf, dancin all on the spot
In a minute I'ma get back to sellin my rocks
I'm back in the building and I'm feeling like Mac Dre
Bitch in the club and she badder than Beyonce
Middle fingers up, fuckboy don't try me, try me
Unless you wanna die in the lobby
I'm back up in the building and I'm feeling like Mac Dre, Mac Dre, Mac Dre, Mac Dre, Mac Dre
Said I'm back up in the building and I'm feeling like Mac Dre, Mac Dre, Mac Dre, Mac Dre
I'm back up in the building, got my drink on stage
Watch them bitches go crazy, like we in a rave
But I never save, nah I ain't Super Days
We giggin, see me throw my turf in the air
Livewire, West Oakland, yup, we all here
My brother Shady Nate be on like shit
And Lil Blood keeps the purple rolled in a swish
I be all on a bitch, tryna get her in a room
Wassup, high as fuck because I been eating shrooms
And when it come to pimpin nigga, I'm a tycoon
I stay hot in the summer like June
I been all about dough since I came out the womb
You other niggas kids, remind me of cartoons
See me in the club, acting a buffoon
Higher than the Moon, lil shorty on the side of me
I ask her is she DTF, and then she said "probably"
I'm back in the building and I'm feeling like Mac Dre
Bitch in the club and she badder than Beyonce
Middle fingers up, fuckboy don't try me, try me
Unless you wanna die in the lobby
I'm back up in the building and I'm feeling like Mac Dre, Mac Dre, Mac Dre, Mac Dre, Mac Dre
Said I'm back up in the building and I'm feeling like Mac Dre, Mac Dre, Mac Dre, Mac Dre
