Gucci Mane - Neva Had Shit Lyrics
[Intro]Yup! Yup!Gucci Mane in this mother*****er (Gucci Gucci)My nigga Zo' on the track (my nigga Zo')That real shit, that real shit[Chorus: repeat 2X]I'm a hood rich nigga, I ain't never had shitI really ain't shit; niggaz talkin 'bout mebut they really ain't shit, they ain't said shitIt don't make dollars, it don't make cents/senseI ain't never had shit nigga that's the truthRich kids in the school used to draw on my shoesName stayed on the board, fo' checks in chalkIn detention cause the teacher say that we can't talkCounselor raggin and my momma got that I just walkI wish I had a nickel for every fight I foughtStealin candy out the sto' like I can't get caughtJust a lil' bad black boy, it ain't my faultAfter school snack syrup and fo' pieces of breadGranddaddy why yo' eyes so God damn red?"Got a real soft ass and a hard-ass headBetter mind your *****in manners boy," that's what he said[Chorus]I moved to East Atlanta at the age of 9Real cold winter, 1989My brother good at ball, I can't play no sportsThey won't let you pack a tool on the b-ball courtCluster Ave, Monty Paul, where my daddy now?Things goin alright, we a family nowGot the dopeman Nikes and the Starter coatOnly nigga in school with the dopeman ropePull the joint two times, man I'm high alreadyI like that girl with them braids and them high-top ChevysGot that bump for stick-up, Starter and the big boy chestTried to take it on the train but I just couldn't let him[Chorus]14 gettin drunk at a house partyThey locked me up, they must have hid a half a ounce on meMomma mad as a mother', daddy let him beGucci Mane, raised me to be a straight up G Now my daddy hustle hard, but he love sum liquorAnd my momma wanna leave him but she love the niggaEverything kinda changed when I turned 16Got the old school Regal with the chrome back ringsLike a newborn baby, man that ***** cleanBut the motor *****ed up and the transmissionand it's knockin down the street with the 415'sIn Mackmile parkin lot, stright whippingAnd I'm Bankhead bouncin, fo' hoes want meHit the half and give me two dimes for 15And my mind's on gettin reach by all meansIn the trap, cause this rap shit was just my dream[Chorus]
