Drake - Street Cred lyrics

[Intro: Gucci Mane (DJ Drama)] Bustas! (I know) Gansta Grillz, ba*tards! (I know) (It's not fair, I agree, I totally agree, it's not!) [Pre-Hook: Gucci Mane (DJ Drama)] It's Gucci! (hahaha) What's happening? Burr! DJ Drama, what's happening? (Mr. Thanksgiving) Gansta Grillz Gucci! Drizzy Drake and Gucci It's Gucci! What's happening? (I'm shivering!) Burr! DJ Drama, what's happening? (Ya know what I mean?) Gansta Grillz Gucci! Drizzy Drake and Gucci It's Gucci! What's happening? Burr! (Guccimerica!) DJ Drama, what's happening? (We've read this) Gansta Grillz Gucci! Drizzy Drake and Gucci Ha! (1017) They ain't expect this one Expect the unexpected motherf**er It's Gucci! [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] From Zone Six to the sprites, I'm a keep the block burnin Long back is what be turnin, money I'm gon' be earnin (hah) [?] and someone finally return it You n***as wanna beat me like my cheer and appearance (shh) You come up to my paper route, then pa** interference Now cash interference, I shine just like my earrings (bling) It's fifty K today, twelve bars, I'll feed ya appearance My stick up, it cost more than what you make in a year, man Don't near man, theres no one near man, you're like a cheer man No coachin, Gucci the GM and you're the beer man Don't try me like I'm a p**y another tin man I reckon I bust boots so you can call it all [?] Gucci! [Bridge: DJ Drama] I got a new sign job, I'm hip-hop security And what that means is I'm takin' all credentials What you say and what you do, accomplishments, accolades I'm like the airport, all identification will be checked Drama! [Verse 2: Drake] Look, uh, feelin sorry for the runner up I'm still away gettin money when the sun is up And they keep sayin how they need me to deliver Cause they hate it when the rookie starters can't put the numbers up Maann, haters so pasé, catch me in a Tom Ford suit on draft day, n***a And it's just me and my money, ya'll don't even get to play when ya'll are leading by twenty Yeah, I infiltrated the game, I was hesitant at first and feared what it would change Now I'm high of the success and faded off of the fame But still I managed to keep all of my opinions the same Man, I am So Far Gone, b**h I'm outta here Hotter than santa inside rockin nauta wear I want it all man, I never learned how to share I also can no longer converse with you thousandaires Wow, I swear I'm k**in sh**, I'm k**in sh** Shoutout to the n***as I just made a couple million with Yeah, from the beginning to the end Know I'm into making history, not into making friends, motherf**aa [Bridge: DJ Drama] I've seen a lot come and go Some n***as was runnin too fast, ran outta breath too quick Us over here? We pace ourselves, the finish line is way far ahead You n***as keep gettin cramps in the race, don't pa** out, baby! Look for me in the rafters! [Verse 3: k**er Mike] Mike bigger baby, it's bigger baby, Gucci, Louis, Prada Done dotta, I am hot as the Sahara What I spit in my saliva is a flow hotter than lava When I grab a microphone, I flame on like Waka Flocka Got a thirty-eight revolver that I call my problem-solver I ain't worried bout no rappers, they just talk, they just holler When that fire hit their a**, they don't walk, they [?] Like a pimp, I pop my collar, act a prospect of tomorrow Naw said life a b**h, so I'm a break her for some dollars I will never be a sipper, sorry s**ers stuck to [?] I will murder ever verse I ever versed to get the guala I am cursed since I first dispersed a dime bag of guaca in exchange for a dollar [Outro: Gucci Mane] Ay, to all you other rappers out there If I'm not eatin with ya, and you have an opinion about me Always remember how insignificant your opinion is to the world Whether you like, or dislike me, tomorrow's coming So with that said, get on your grind, because it's about time, b**h!