Lyrics Woppenheimer – Gucci Mane
Broke people like bringin’ up the past, I’m talkin’ recently
I know what I did for you, but what you did for me
Shoutout to my wife, she had a daughter and a son for me
Shoutout to my brother, down bad, he made that bond for me
Taught me never, ever leave the house without my gun with me
I remember bein’ broke and kids tried to make fun of me
Now I pull up, yellow-black coupe, it look like a bumblebee
I thank God for that lil’ bitty time because it humbled me
Pull up, haters mumblin’, they had a bag and fumbled it
I ran my money up, then put it up and kept on runnin’ it
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
I don’t do much reminiscin’, I’m focused on the mission
Good and some bad memories, but we weren’t really friendly
N**gas 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
These rappers nowadays, gotta search ’em, might have a wire on ’em
One n**ga tried to send the spot, I dropped the bag on him
One n**ga 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
Broke people like bringin’ up the past, I’m talkin’ recently
I know what I did for you, but what you did for me
Shoutout to my wife, she had a daughter and a son for me
Shoutout to my brother, down bad, he made that bond for me
Taught me never, ever leave the house without my gun with me
I remember bein’ broke and kids tried to make fun of me
Now I pull up, yellow-black coupe, it look like a bumblebee
I thank God for that lil’ bitty time because it humbled me
He was hot in early 2000, but what ’bout recently
Long as I’m rich, I’m gon’ be relevant, live decently
This Gucci hate train go, Choo-choo, and it don’t bother me
I don’t want sh!t from you suckers, not even an apology
Haters keep my name in they mouth, but won’t acknowledge me
These rappers burnt out and they broke now, I see it, honestly
My n**ga went and did a whole dub, he got out recently
But he linked up with a whole gang of scrubs who won’t compete with me
These n**gas do ho sh!t 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
These b!tches gon’ talk ’bout me forever, I’m somethin’ like ecstasy
But I’ma chase the paper, not p**sy, ’cause that’s my specialty
Broke people like bringin’ up the past, I’m talkin’ recently
I know what I did for you, but what you did for me
Shoutout to my wife, she had a daughter and a son for me
Shoutout to my brother, down bad, he made that bond for me
Taught me never, ever leave the house without my gun with me
I remember bein’ broke and kids tried to make fun of me
Now I pull up, yellow-black coupe, it look like a bumblebee
I thank God for that lil’ bitty time because it humbled me…
