Money in your palm don't make you real Pistol in your hand don't make you real Niggas been countin' me out I'm writin' down names, I'm makin' a list The real ones been dyin', the fake ones is lit The Bentley is dirty, my sneakers is dirty But that's how

Said I'm 'bout to go Gucci Mane On a choppa rant I think I'm 'bout to lose it man In the trap still countin' change Don't fuck with y'all 'cause you niggas lame What’s Gucci my nigga? What’s Louis my killa? I feel like I can’t follow in nobody footstep

Southside and East Side Gucci (We an army) They call me peacoat shawty, left wrist eight-forty (whoa) Gucci Mane home ballin' while your bank account fallin' (damn) Gucci Mane, I don't fear no one but God (on God) For fifty mil' I'll get in the ring and

I'm scared to death when I see them arrive Infected eyes red, staring at me The time has come for retribution Now they're counting my actions The cries and shouts are confusing me Falling in disgrace, I don't want to go now And I am facing them, it seems

In case you didn't know That I could live this life without you Even though I don't tell you all the time You had my heart a long, long time ago I can't count the times I almost said what's on my mind Just the other day I wrote down all the things I'd say

Please don't leave me here Ooo y'all I'm stuck here in Chicago, please don't leave me Please don't leave Please don't leave me How the weather in the country How the weather down south How the weather in the Delta How the food taste in your mouth Butter

Don't bring me no bag, I want a envelope Ain't 'bout to count no money, ain't sellin' no dope Ain't 'bout to count no money, nah, ain't sellin' no dope You-you a mouse in a trap house (trap house), I'ma dog in a cat house (cat house) Don't bring me no

How 'bout you? To tell the truth I think we're the chosen few An' how 'bout you? Do you feel the way I do? Yeah, I like my country rocking', how 'bout you? Yeah, I know where I come from I don't need baggy clothes Or rings in my nose to be cool

Don't leave me out the chain And the devil's forever in my veins Count me, count me, call my name Crimson tears falling and my shirt is blood-stained 'Cause the devil's forever in my veins The devil's forever in my veins Lately I've been afraid of myself

Stand there and look into my eyes And tell me that all we had were lies Show me that to you it don't count And I'll stand here if you prefer Yes I'll leave you without a word Hey you can tell the world That you're leaving And you can pack your bags And