[?]Thirty, you a motherfu**in’ fool, niggaNah, nah, nah, nahI had to laugh, it kept me from cryingSaid it was all good, but I was lyingStood on my ten and I did my timeI done seen all these niggas switch sidesI know what’s up with these guys, they hate in disguiseThey runs at an all time highJust by the watches I buy and the juice that I flyLike I’m up, like I’m stuck in the skyI came up robbin’, starvin’, Sun Valley apartmentsCopped the Martel with some penniesHandled my business, I swear that I hustle relentlessBipolar from all of the killingsDope I was whipping, mom tried to whip meShe gave me a 50 for Christmas, I flipped itStill can’t forget itWearin’ my brother’s clothes I couldn’t fit itWe still got evictedCoat was so raggedy it was embarrassingIt was impairing, I’m blaming my parentsRode on Mac leans before the McLarenThe hammer starin’ all down, Mane a terroristDid it myself, ain’t no blemish on my repYou can come see for yourselfWatch where you stepMumblin’ under your breathI hold a grudge to the deathCop by myself, I don’t need nobody helpI blaze you up like I’m chefShoot to the M, I shoot a hundred like whipYou keep a 30 like Steph, you better duckMask on my face like I’m RipCash cover me like a quiltI come equipped, blue tips inside of my clipYou’ll think my gun was a CripDrive by, walk by, bicycle, motorcycleKillers pulling up in all kinds14, 15, 12 years oldYoung niggas slangin’ 99’sYoung nigga stacking it proudTrapping it loud, he threw a stack in the crowdI say they jackin’ my styleCrackin’ a smile but I ain’t sold crack in a whileI got a biblical past, digital dashScale with a digital dialReally put dope in a vialHere working the towel, I put that shit on the BibleServin’ my cuz outta town, they said I was devilish‘Cause I wouldn’t go to revivalGucci Mane talk of the townNow when I touch down, I’m selling a brick on arrival[Chorus: Gucci Mane]I had to laugh, it kept me from cryingSaid it was all good, but I was lyingStood on my ten and I did my timeI done seen all these niggas switch sides
I know what’s up with these guys, they hate in disguiseThey runs at an all time highJust by the watches I buy and the juice that I flyLike I’m up, like I’m stuck in the skyI came up robbin’, starvin’, Sun Valley apartmentsCopped the Martel with some penniesHandled my business, I swear that I hustle relentlessBipolar from all of the killingsDope I was whipping, mom tried to whip meShe gave me a 50 for Christmas, I flipped itStill can’t forget itWearin’ my brother’s clothes I couldn’t fit itWe still got evictedRemember them days I was stuck in the creekI had somewhere to sleep, but I didn’t have a bedJumped off the porch, I wasn’t going for shitHad to tackle the block just to get me some breadI was the man of the house, had to figure shit out hereTime pause went to the fedsHad the dude found no clip, I was bustin’ that bitchI was constantly puttin’ one in the headNow we got choppas with lasers and beamsWe three seven five one oh seventeenWop came and got me, this shit ain’t no dreamBig shots stay in Gucci like Shaq and KareemI got up and took it couldn’t wait on no blessingsShakin’ them dice tryin’ to roll me a sevenThey threw the police on me at elevenI been ‘causing hell, quick to send you heavenCouldn’t wait to wop, punch you out ’cause I’m readyMight rob a rapper right after a sessionGive me them keys and they watchin’ they necklaceI need them Cuban links and them baguettesAin’t no more postin’ on IG and flexin’I’m the one rappin’ but steady be steppin’I’m comin’ late in your dream like I’m FreddyHow you gon’ run from an automatic weapon?I had to laugh, it kept me from cryingSaid it was all good, but I was lyingStood on my ten and I did my timeI done seen all these niggas switch sidesI know what’s up with these guys, they hate in disguiseThey runs at an all time highJust by the watches I buy and the juice that I flyLike I’m up, like I’m stuck in the skyI came up robbin’, starvin’, Sun Valley apartmentsCopped the Martel with some penniesHandled my business, I swear that I hustle relentlessBipolar from all of the killingsDope I was whipping, mom tried to whip meShe gave me a 50 for Christmas, I flipped itStill can’t forget itWearin’ my brother’s clothes I couldn’t fit itWe still got evictedIt’s Guccifu** ’em2020