Lyrics:
(Cash Money AP)
Coming from the bottom, tryna make it to the fuckin top
Livin by the code I ain't snitching, I can't trust no opp
Money kinda low, so
"Who's Shakespeare?" "It's me, honey" (dumb bitch)
You see this country was built by hungry strugglin' hustlers
In they twenties, now they making stupid
mane I want a Gucci feat
Overtime no sleep
Going strong it's been a week
Insomnia mixed with the sprite
I been working all night
Getting Richie like
no
Fuck that hoe man she ain't got that shit
Ain't a little bitch
Fuck you thought it was it's Lucci man
Brr brr like i'm Gucci Mane
Huh, it's like
fat
Little cutie rat, walking by with the doobie wrap
Tight blue jeans, air max
Small gucci bag
No loot and no job
Stay home giving blow jobs
Like no
threats given by clowns
I guess livin' is prison when you live around clowns
I'm hexed cursed worse I been blessed first
I thought I was abnormal cause I
a hustler book, penthouse or blacktale
I got bitches sendin my niggas flicks in jail
I fuck a bitch face more than her waist for real
And ain't no pussy
a hustler book, penthouse or blacktale
I got bitches sendin my niggas flicks in jail
I fuck a bitch face more than her waist for real
And ain't no pussy
appearin in my camulflage
My hustler walk's in New York
Su fronts say Gucci we make lucci, and never hesitaste the setting
Slap hands with my hands from
know that thugs need love
Feeling so down casted
Ugh
Feeling so out casted
Ugh
I’m a thug yeah baby
I’m a hustler baby
Stay focus till I reach to the top
But I'm the definition of a hustler
I aint got no time I can't waste
45 looking good on da waist
niggas aint grinding they in the way
pray to god
I
with a hustler spirit
Shit a simple step and I'm Melo with the triple treat
It's time to re I got a seven left
Sliding down the eight with a seven eight
depending on me so all I know is go get it
All I know it's Go get It by any means
So I'mma go get it or die trying to live that dream
You focused
wu ha) nu tu stand by
Na s3 dia odi kraa mpo y3 guy guy
Gucci voice Alka si we go show them
Von Dulce si this year go be problem
Wow
Anywhere the cash
rollin' wit the bosses and hustlers, hustlers and bosses
I done got me some bands but that came wit some losses
This light work step your game up get your
straggling
You faker than the Gucci on Fordham road with the africans
Bullet through ya abdomen you better get a pistol
Shout out to my cypress nigga's down in
Hit the water hit the rug it's salat time
Muslim champ like rahmon red gloves and a Glock nine
Silk shirt like I'm don won park the Benz by the stop
surrounded by the same shit
I’m on a champagne sip
Got the flame late still moving up
It’s open seas like the salve ship
Buffling the plague click
You know you
with Wu Tang and 2 Chainz, Killer Mike and Gucci Mane
Rap shit, trap shit, you know I do it with no shame
Spit the illest yoke or flame, always go
to yourself
Waiting on Gucci Mane to call you
Nigga better not hold your breath
I got money that I saved then I'm back on road
Get my jewelry out the safe
I'm goin' I'm goin' I'm goin' animal
It Mr roll another swisher
(ahhhn) aka that nigga
Its Gucci Mane, a killer
Yo local drug dealer
And I'm hangin'
Need it now more than ever
Diamonds dancing not from necklace
I'm just plying a pressure
From tryna get out my sector
Come from a family tree of hustlers
and like that and like this
I got these groupies backstage trying
To rip my dick off
In Chanel panties and Gucci lipgloss
Our shows and videos be
Gucci that Jeezy got
And I be buying the Louis that Kanyeezy cop
And I be ripping the same records that Weezy rock
This shit is easy pop
That's why
.jpg/240px-Gucci_Mane_at_515_Alive_(cropped_portrait).jpg "Gucci Mane")
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