Woppenheimer

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Broke people like bringin' up the past

I'm talkin' recently (what the f-?)

I know what I did for you

But what you did for me? (What you did for me?)

Shout out to my wife

She had a daughter and a son for me (my son)

Shoutout to my brother, down bad

He made that bond for me (he made that bond)

Taught me never, ever leave the house

Without my gun with me (no)

I remember bein' broke

And kids tried to make fun of me (to make fun of me)

Now I pull up, yellow-black coupe

It look like a bumblebee (skrrt)

I thank God for that lil' bitty time

Because it humbled me (Lord)

Pull up, haters mumblin', they had a bag

And fumbled it (they fumbled it)

I ran my money up, then put it up

And kept on runnin' it (go)

Last of a dyin' breed

It ain't no "I" in "Team"

But it is an "I" in "Win"

So pass the ball to me (Wop)

I don't do much reminiscin'

I'm focused on a mission

Good and some bad memories

But we weren't really friendly (nah)

Them n- out here faking injuries

You can't rely on them

I'm Gucci Mane, I'm playin' hurt

But I got my eye on them (it's Gucci)

Rappers nowadays, gotta search 'em

Might have a wire on 'em

One n- tried to send the spot

I dropped the bag on him (what the f-?)

One n- died tryna hit a lick

Died with his mask on him

His gang wasn't even there to help

Died with his flag on him (it's Gucci)

Broke people like bringin' up the past

I'm talkin' recently (what the f-?)

I know what I did for you

But what you did for me? (What you did for me?)

Shoutout to my wife

She had a daughter and a son for me (my son)

Shoutout to my brother, down bad

He made that bond for me (he made that bond)

Taught me never, ever leave the house

Without my gun with me (no)

I remember bein' broke

And kids tried to make fun of me (to make fun of me)

Now I pull up, yellow-black coupe

It look like a bumblebee (skrrt)

I thank God for that lil' bitty time

Because it humbled me (Lord)

He was hot in early 2000's

But whip out recently? (Whip it now?)

Long as I'm rich, I'm gon' be relevant

Live decently (I'm gon' be rich)

This Gucci hate train go, "Choo-choo,"

And it don't bother me (choo-choo)

I don't want sh- from you suckers

Not even an apology (not even)

Haters keep my name in they mouth

But won't acknowledge me (what the f-?)

These rappers burnt out and they broke now

I see it, honestly (I see it)

My n- went and did a whole dub

He got out recently (he got out)

But he linked up with a whole gang of scrubs

Who won't compete with me (damn)

These n- do h- sh- for attention

They don't got beef with me

Please keep my name out all of your mentions

'Cause that ain't street to me ('cause that ain't-)

These b- gon' talk 'bout me forever

I'm somethin' like ecstasy (I'm somethin' like X)

But I'ma chase the paper, not p-

'Cause that's my specialty (it's Gucci)

Broke people like bringin' up the past

I'm talkin' recently (what the f-?)

I know what I did for you

But what you did for me? (What you did for me?)

Shoutout to my wife

She had a daughter and a son for me (my son)

Shoutout to my brother, down bad

He made that bond for me (he made that bond)

Taught me never, ever leave the house

Without my gun with me (no)

I remember bein' broke

And kids tried to make fun of me (to make fun of me)

Now I pull up, yellow-black coupe

It look like a bumblebee (skrrt)

I thank God for that lil' bitty time

Because it humbled me (Lord)