| I’m a hood rich nigga, I ain’t never had shit
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| I really ain’t shit; |
| niggas talkin 'bout me
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| But they really ain’t shit, they ain’t said shit
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| It don’t make dollars, it don’t make cents/sense
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| I ain’t never had shit nigga that’s the truth
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| Rich kids in the school used to jones my shoes
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| Name stayed on the board, fo' checks in chalk
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| In detention cause the teacher say that we can’t talk
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| Counselor raggin and my momma got that I just walk
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| I wish I had a nickel for every fight I fought
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| Stealin candy out the sto' like I can’t get caught
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| Just a lil' bad black boy, it ain’t my fault
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| After school snack syrup and fo' pieces of bread
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| Granddaddy why yo' eyes so God damn red?
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| «Got a real soft ass and a hard-ass head
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| Better mind your fuckin manners boy,» that’s what he said
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| I moved to East Atlanta at the age of 9
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| Real cold winter, 1989
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| My brother good at ball, I can’t play no sports
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| They won’t let you pack a tool on the b-ball court
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| Cluster Ave, Monty Paul, where my daddy now?
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| Things goin alright, we a family now
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| Got the dopeman Nikes and the Starter coat
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| Only nigga in school with the dopeman rope
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| Pull the joint two times, man I’m high already
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| I like that girl with them braids and them high-top Chevys
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| Got that bump for stick-up, Starter and the big boy chest
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| Tried to take it on the train but I just couldn’t let him
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| 14 gettin drunk at a house party
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| They locked me up, they must have hid a half a ounce on me
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| Momma mad as a mother', daddy let him be
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| Gucci Mane, raised me to be a straight up G
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| Now my daddy hustle hard, but he love sum liquor
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| And my momma wanna leave him but she love the nigga
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| Everything kinda changed when I turned 16
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| Got the old school Regal with the chrome back rings
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| Like a newborn baby, man that bitch clean
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| But the motor fucked up and the transmission
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| And it’s knockin down the street with the 415's
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| In Mackmile parkin lot, stright whipping
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| And I’m Bankhead bouncin, fo' hoes want me
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| Hit the half and give me two dimes for 15
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| And my mind’s on gettin rich by all means
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| In the trap, cause this rap shit was just my dream |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Neva Had Shit, artist - Gucci Mane. Album song Gucci Season 7, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп