White America! Little Eric looks just like this Erica loves my shit I go to T-R-L, look how many hugs I get I could be one of your kids I Could be one of your kids I never would've dreamed in a million years I'd see So many motherfuckin' people who feel

My pockets bulging, bulging, poking out just like a pussy print Pussy print, p-pussy print (Mike Will Made It) Bitch stop the comparisons, I'm not these other artistses I'm Gucci Mane, the player, my neck on that real retarded shit Keep a towel with me

To the man I wanna be God, I'm down here on my knees Cause it's the last place left to fall Beggin' for another chance If there's any chance at all That you might still be listenin' Lovin' and forgivin' guys like me I've spent my whole life gettin' it

What kind of man loves like this? What kind of man? You were on the other side, like always And with one kiss You inspired a fire of devotion that lasts for twenty years I was on a heavy tip Try'na cross a canyon with a broken limb Wondering what to do

I need nothing to be a man Because I was born a man And I deserve the rights to live Like any other man My resistance is getting weaker I cant stand the pressure I cant get any weaker My mind in such a state Sometimes it makes me sick

I don't know you anymore Supposed to be the man That I live my life by We both know what it is And your attitude become a bore And I'm so tired I cant even cry If you were like all other men I can see you ahead of me But I'm not always forward thinkin'

Be be be a bee So many things I refuse to be I'd like to be be a bee So many things are bothering me But you know bees are free

All the haters, all the lovers All the people I ain't seen in too many years All the friends that are more like brothers All the faces in the bleachers Yeah this one's for the ones who got me here The ones that I drank all those beers with Made it