woppenheimer

Gucci Mane

Broke people like bringin up the past
I m talkin recently (what the fuck?)
I know what I did for you, but what you did for me?
(What you did for me?)
Shoutout to my wife
she had a daughter and a son for me (my son)
Shoutout to my brother, down bad
he made that bond for me (he made that bond)
Taught me never, ever leave
the house without my gun with me (no)
I remember bein broke and kids tried to make fun of me
(to make fun of me)
Now I pull up, yellow-black coupe
it look like a bumblebee (skrrt)
I thank God for that lil bitty time
because it humbled me (Lord)

Pull up, haters mumblin , they had a bag
and fumbled it (they fumbled it)
I ran my money up, then put it up
and kept on runnin it (go)
Last of a dyin breed, it ain t no I in Team
But it is an I in Win, so pass the ball to me (wop)
I don t do much reminiscin , I m focused on the mission
Good and some bad memories
but we weren t really friendly (nah)
Niggas out here faking injuries, you can t rely on them
I m Gucci Mane, I m playin hurt
but I got my eye on them (it s Gucci)
These rappers nowadays
gotta search em, might have a wire on em
One nigga tried to send the spot
I dropped the bag on him (what the fuck?)
One nigga died tryna hit a lick, died with his mask on him
His gang wasn t even there to help
died with his flag on him (it s Gucci)

Broke people like bringin up the past
I m talkin recently (what the fuck?)
I know what I did for you, but what you did for me?
(what you did for me?)
Shoutout to my wife, she had a daughter and a son for me
(my son)
Shoutout to my brother, down bad
he made that bond for me (he made that bond)
Taught me never, ever leave the house
without my gun with me (no)
I remember bein broke and kids tried to make fun of me
(to make fun of me)
Now I pull up, yellow-black coupe
it look like a bumblebee (skrrt)
I thank God for that lil bitty time
because it humbled me (Lord)

He was hot in early 2000, but what bout recently?
(What bout now?)
Long as I m rich, I m gon be relevant
live decently (I m gon be rich)
This Gucci hate train go: Choo-choo
and it don t bother me (choo-choo)
I don t want shit from you suckers
not even an apology (not even)
Haters keep my name in they mouth
but won t acknowledge me (what the fuck?)
These rappers burnt out and they broke now
I see it, honestly (I see it)
My nigga went and did a whole dub
he got out recently (he got out)
But he linked up with a whole gang of scrubs
who won t compete with me (damn)
These niggas do ho shit for attention
they don t got beef with me
Please keep my name out all of your mentions
cause that ain t street to me ( cause that ain t-)
These bitches gon talk bout me forever
I m somethin like ecstasy (I m somethin like x)
But I ma chase the paper, not pussy
cause that s my specialty (it s Gucci)

Broke people like bringin up the past
I m talkin recently (what the fuck?)
I know what I did for you, but what you did for me?
(what you did for me?)
Shoutout to my wife, she had a daughter and a son
for me (my son)
Shoutout to my brother, down bad
he made that bond for me (he made that bond)
Taught me never, ever leave the house
without my gun with me (no)
I remember bein broke and kids
tried to make fun of me (to make fun of me)
Now I pull up, yellow-black coupe
it look like a bumblebee (skrrt)
I thank God for that lil bitty time
because it humbled me (Lord)