Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Neva Had Sh*t, artist - Gucci Mane. Date of issue: 04.05.2009
Song language: English
Neva Had Sh*t |
| I’m a hood rich nigga, I ain’t never had shit |
| I really ain’t shit; |
| niggas talkin 'bout me |
| But they really ain’t shit, they ain’t said shit |
| It don’t make dollars, it don’t make cents/sense |
| I ain’t never had shit nigga that’s the truth |
| Rich kids in the school used to jones my shoes |
| Name stayed on the board, fo' checks in chalk |
| In detention cause the teacher say that we can’t talk |
| Counselor raggin and my momma got that I just walk |
| I wish I had a nickel for every fight I fought |
| Stealin candy out the sto' like I can’t get caught |
| Just a lil' bad black boy, it ain’t my fault |
| After school snack syrup and fo' pieces of bread |
| Granddaddy why yo' eyes so God damn red? |
| «Got a real soft ass and a hard-ass head |
| Better mind your fuckin manners boy,» that’s what he said |
| I moved to East Atlanta at the age of 9 |
| Real cold winter, 1989 |
| My brother good at ball, I can’t play no sports |
| They won’t let you pack a tool on the b-ball court |
| Cluster Ave, Monty Paul, where my daddy now? |
| Things goin alright, we a family now |
| Got the dopeman Nikes and the Starter coat |
| Only nigga in school with the dopeman rope |
| Pull the joint two times, man I’m high already |
| I like that girl with them braids and them high-top Chevys |
| Got that bump for stick-up, Starter and the big boy chest |
| Tried to take it on the train but I just couldn’t let him |
| 14 gettin drunk at a house party |
| They locked me up, they must have hid a half a ounce on me |
| Momma mad as a mother', daddy let him be |
| Gucci Mane, raised me to be a straight up G |
| Now my daddy hustle hard, but he love sum liquor |
| And my momma wanna leave him but she love the nigga |
| Everything kinda changed when I turned 16 |
| Got the old school Regal with the chrome back rings |
| Like a newborn baby, man that bitch clean |
| But the motor fucked up and the transmission |
| And it’s knockin down the street with the 415's |
| In Mackmile parkin lot, stright whipping |
| And I’m Bankhead bouncin, fo' hoes want me |
| Hit the half and give me two dimes for 15 |
| And my mind’s on gettin rich by all means |
| In the trap, cause this rap shit was just my dream |