Gucci Mane — Street Cred

[Intro: Gucci Mane (DJ Drama)] Bustas! (I know) Gansta Grillz, bastards! (I know) (It's not fair, I agree, I totally agree, it's not!) [Pre-Chorus: 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 motherfucker It's Gucci! [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] From Zone Six to the SWATS, I'm a keep the block burnin' Long as the world keep turnin', money I'm gon' be earnin (hah) Lost my train of thought, if someone find it, return it You niggas wanna beat me like my children, I'm hearin' (shh) You come between my paper route, that's pass interference Now cash interference, I shine just like my earrings (bling) It's $50 K today, twelve bars, a feature appearance My sneaker bill cost more than what you make in a year, man Don't near man, there's 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 pussy another tin man I rap I bust bricks so you can call it R&B man Gucci! [Bridge: DJ Drama] I got a new side 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, hate is so pasé, catch me in a Tom Ford suit on draft day, nigga 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, bitch 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 killin shit, I'm killin shit Shoutout to the niggas I just made a couple million with Yeah, from the beginning to the end Know I'm into making history, not into making friends, motherfuckaa [Bridge: DJ Drama] I've seen a lot come and go Some niggas was runnin too fast, ran outta breath too quick Us over here? We pace ourselves, the finish line is way far ahead You niggas keep gettin cramps in the race, don't pass out, baby! Look for me in the rafters! [Verse 3: Killer Mike] Mike bigga baby, it's bigger baby, Gucci, Louis, Prada Don Dada, 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 ass, they'll walk, they crew will follow Like a pimp, I pop my collar, at the prospect of tomorrow Naw said life a bitch, so I'm a break her for some dollars I will never be a simple, sorry, sucka stuck in squalor I will murder ever verse I ever versed to get the guala I am cursed since I first dispersed a dime bag of rocka 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, bitch!