Artist: (Pusha T f/) Ab-Liva Album: Wrath of Caine Song: Re-Up Gang Motivation Typed by: Cedmaster3K [Intro: Pusha T] I don't gotta listen to you motherfuckers You niggas don't motivate me... Re-up Gang, Liva [Ab-Liva] Two-door, four-door, sedan, roadster Cabriolet convertible, careening in the coaster Christian Louboutin, straps is like a holster We ballin' -- ESPN highlights, posters Tangerine Lambos, Mimosa, raise a toast We at the Grammys, then Miami playing Boca like it's poker Had a room at the La Quinta, full of soldiers, full of coca Feel a ulcer, hundred grand up in the sofa, reupholstered I am twisted, I am Heath Ledger, Joker to you jokers If you Tony, I hang up, send a hit, I am Sosa I am cultured, I am legend, I am Liva, I am closer To the best writer alive, other two, I'm the closest No holsters, no chauffeurs, no mask, no witness No corpus, no guts, no glory, no joking All-Star we play -- C-I-two A And 2 Chainz, with my bad bitch -- it's my b-day This life that we live is for the connoisseurs Carnival, Gansevoort everyday poolside cabana floss Mami in Manolo's, I'm in that Gucci polo With the multi-color collar moving dolo on my solo My niggas that's in prison, I'm they eyes I'm they ears Every champagne night for every laugh there's a tear There's a picture being shown in every jail, every tier Representin' so my niggas know I'm here Polaroids being shown in every jail, every tier Representin' all my niggas know I shared from the heart [Outro: Pusha T] This the life: real shit We can't just make this shit up "My name is my name!"