Figg Panamera
It's two times Gucci and I don't give excuses
I used to drive a hoopty but now my life a movie
I changed like Confucius so please do not confuse me
Don't think 'cause I do music I won't pull out an Uzi
It won't be gentle, I took it, but Gucci Mane survives
Don't ask me something stupid then bury me alive
Right now I'm on that new sh**, the struggle I embrace it
Forever live in palace like ancient kings in Asia
Big balling is my major and still got mine, the trap off
Your car ' I'm balling on your stack house
I'm heading out the trap house and this ain't what you wanted
I put my shooters on you, you'll think your house was hunted
Pounds in the bathtub, keys on the dresser
My money in a great place that I can never tell you
A Cinderella story, call me Cindefella
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I'm making money so much the scribblers gotta bring umbrellas
I double spiked the punch skipping plus the lunch
I sell a thing and will prepare then eat some Captain Crunch
I smoke a blunt then go to brunch today I don't do dutch
I let her order what she want, order what you must, it's cool
I'm fresh off the plane, fresh off the projects
Back with the gang, back in the taxi
I'm ash and up in the project
I ain't even tripping, getting money is the object
Young n***as hit me, ask me for a 3 5
Meet me at the Taxico, yeah, that's a good job
Yeah, that's a good move, meet me at the high school
The projects, the bad b**hes, the coppers like to strike you
But I be on my night do, my Nikes do
Them Jordans 16, I'mma fly dude
We count money so is Cheddar Chaser
I'm growing buds in the basement, no replacement
Kush packs, banana, berries on the breakfast plate
Some syrup on some cake, you know I'm straight
35 dime in a nickel bag, I'm at the corner store, them n***as mad
I got it sawed up in the drought time
Winner win a kush pack, coming in we on the grind
n***as flipping money, duffle bags pushing
I ain't even tripping, I'm cautious
They didn't think I would be back, I told 'em wait and watch
All your weight, watch your kid back, you fat, it is
Oh man, grave, ain't no coming after this
We the realest n***as coming from Atlanta streets
Y'all thought your little rap was all a novelty
I was sitting in the trenches, tryina escape poverty
Probably I was selling s** or probably tryina figure out
What the f** you hid your s**
Hey, way before I was hitting s**, feel the avenue
I was on the avenue pitching quarters
Taking orders from no n***a, but the consumer
I was on four n***a, I hit them right in my blues
You n***a grew up with a silver spoon, I had it dust it for
Had to learn to whip the law, tried to get it all
n***a plant cars in the hood, but I ain't playing
A lot go in my hand if I had y'all had
Now n***as would cut off their hand just to have my hand
I'm that n***a now, look at you, you two dealing
100% legitimate, yeah, I'm through dealing
My name, hoe, I carry my own weight