Live Free

(альбом: On And On And Beyond - 2011)

The High Life
This is a message to, uh
All of you who, uh
Don't believe
A'ight? (Ha-ha)

They're gon' try and bring you down (What?), hating's what they do (What?)
But you gotta keep a smile (What?), stay up on your move
Live free, (Live free), live free, (Live free)
Homie, live free, (Live free), live free, (Live free) (Ha-ha)
They're gon' try and tell you no, shatter all your dreams
But you gotta get up, go to bigger, better things
Live free, (Live free), live free, (Live free)
Homie, live free, (Live free), live free, (Live free)

Ayo
Microphone check, one-two, one-two
We good? Just had to make sure I'm coming through (Uh-huh)
With the driver, Ricky Bobby, more class than a college
And the shine of Liberace, 'bout time that you acknowledge
That the boy here to stay, fired up begin to blaze
Buzzing, now my name getting out like a triple play (Uh-huh)
Haters tell you what you can't do, fuck that (Nah)
Say there's everything you can do but rap (Nah)
Shit, I paint pictures with a hot flow
Young Picasso, feel me? I thought so (Thought so)
There's people in the world that are jealous of success
Don't ever second guess yourself, step or get left (Get left)
'Cause we on the march, we ain't waiting for no man
You can't get distracted by haters or romance (Aha)
So if you sitting trapped in defeat
Get that monkey off your back, live free

They're gon' try and bring you down, hating's what they do
But you gotta keep a smile, stay up on your move
Live free, (Live free), live free, (Live free)
Homie, live free, (Live free), live free, (Live free)
They're gon' try and tell you no, shatter all your dreams
But you gotta get up, go to bigger, better things
Live free, (Live free), live free, (Live free)
Homie, live free, (Live free), live free, (Live free)

Uh, look, look
And everybody know I got haters like Maino
Actors all phony, give 'em Tonys like Yayo
Flush the bullshit out of music: Drain-O
This a true story type of movie: Fandango
Flamethrower, strange flow
They got me on the top like a halo, a Christmas tree Angel (Yeah)
My team attack the game from all angles (Uh-huh)
Passing all these rappers, just pussycats: Bengals (Yeah)
Hip-hop's LeBron, nothing better (Aha)
Here to kick you out the game: Braylon Edwards
Fast, Devin Hester, running like six feet
You got a sign on your back like kick me (Uh-huh)
I'm a race bike, six-speed
Nah, you can't get me, move too swiftly
Don't deal with other rappers trying gyp me
'Cause I'm way down the road where I live free

They're gon' try and bring you down, hating's what they do
But you gotta keep a smile, stay up on your move
Live free, (Live free), live free, (Live free)
Homie, live free, (Live free), live free, (Live free)
They're gon' try and tell you no, shatter all your dreams
But you gotta get up, go to bigger, better things
Live free, (Live free), live free, (Live free)
Homie, live free, (Live free), live free, (Live free)

Yeah, so for all of you, getting trapped by those who doubt you
Be like "bitch!", and just keep it pushing
This has been a public service announcement, from the kid Mac Miller (Kid Mac Miller)