Why Would I

[Intro] [Intro Chorus: Seth Dyer] Why would I wanna' be you the shit I do it don't come cheap Why would I wanna' be you the shit I do it don't come free Why would I wanna' be you nigga' why would I wanna be you Why would I wanna' be you nigga' [Verse 1: Seth Dyer] I get paper like a mailbox, niggas' lukewarm and I'm red hot I do this shit for real and you just talk, I run the whole team you the mascot Nigga' I just eat like I'm Rick Ross, and I'm high class like a Maybach Eagles on my chains and these bitches give me brains, nigga stay in your lane like you see cops Oh God I'm looking like a star, you thinking that you hot, you seeing a mirage Oh Lord, I think I'm going off, I keep it hand on like a massage Live large, ill like Nas, nigga' you a fraud, pose like Kate Moss Straight boss, clothes all dark, I wanna' own clubs and not play golf Haha, man how do I come up with all of this shit I'm killing these rappers I'm digging a ditch And I just be grinding that's shout out to Clipse And your girl just tatted my name on her tits Now I be up in this bitch and I like it, say fuck you niggas' that's what I decided Roll with my team nigga I am so bias, go back to school hommie' you need some guidance Making this gold I got the hand of midas, you say you got skill nigga' I cannot find it Your outfit says you ain't' shit you should hide it, my outfit says you cannot even buy it [Chorus: Seth Dyer] Why would I wanna' be you the shit I do it don't come cheap Why would I wanna' be you the shit I do it don't come free Why would I wanna' be you nigga' why would I wanna be you Why would I wanna' be you nigga' Why would I wanna' be you the shit I do it don't come cheap Why would I wanna' be you the shit I do it don't come free Why would I wanna' be you nigga' why would I wanna be you Why would I wanna' be you nigga' [Verse 2: Seth Dyer] Why would I wanna' be you I can be me, your bitch lookin' at me on the TV My game so cold like it's in Sochi, you don't get shit nigga' you just so cheap When you around me nigga' just don't speak, always on my shit I be winning this whole week You always losing like you be coyote, my team road running nigga' beep beep Fuck with a girl that's classic, don't fuck with a girl that's ratchet Three broads they be laying on the mattress, fuck them all I can call that a hat trick So wet I be in the Atlantic, with the sex, they all addicts Got my dick up like taxes, got my dick up like taxes Haha, I just say what I want to when I wanna say it My worth is so high you can't even pay it There's no piece for you in this pie it's been taken And I love my work every day is a vacation Now we on your bitches playlist like all day, my flow so smooth you can call that shit Olay Clothes are all black I am so far from holy, plan all this ballin' like I just be coaching My jewellery is tanned it is so golden, playing my cards and I never be folding Don't gotta' focus I go through the motions and you are so fake nigga' you must be joking [Chorus x1.5] [Outro]