Murda on the beat so it's not nice Hah It's Gucci Hah I was piss poor, sleeping on the dirt floor And we couldn't pay the rent so it's a notice on the door The neighbors been noticed so what I'ma front for? Using pennies for the bus like what I'ma stunt for? Mama workin' like a dog but we still broke We lighting candles in the house 'cause the lights off The best thing that ever happened, I got kicked out Bought me a Chevy, got a grill, now I'm gold-mouthed I lost my daddy last year, I couldn't even cry 'Cause it's so hard to shed a tear, he didn't even try The only person in the world I could fully trust Was my older brother Vic, that's just how it was Top in the trunk, this for Bankroll and Slim Dunk I miss that girl Beasley, she was a real one I had an artist that I treated like my own son Gave him the shirt off my back and my own gun R.I.P. to Shawty Lo, Mister Don Don It's been rainin' so long, when the sun comin'? I'm drop top but put the top up when the storm comin' Sometimes I think about my past, it make me start tripping I was gifted with a talent that was god-given But I was so hard-headed I would not listen Sometimes I sit and I reflect about that cold prison And doin' pull-ups with a nigga got a life sentence They gave my nigga Grant life, he on the gang room Five years later, how we in the same room? You go to jail, that's when you see who really love you I don't think nobody love me like my auntie Jean do R.I.P my auntie Jean and uncle Goat, too How you gon' judge me, you don't know what I been through I think these killers need a hug, I need a hug too You send a slug, I send a slug, you know how thugs do But I forgive, I been forgiven, I hold grudges too I'm just a work in progress, I'm not even through But I forgive, I been forgiven, I hold grudges too I'm just a work in progress, I'm not even through (it's Gucci) Wop Hah Woo