Gucci Mane (Explicit)

I'm from Alabama I'm 'bout 4'11
I've got a ****** father and I'd like to go to Heaven
Internally I'm scrappy but I'm afraid to fight
I prefer to keep my hoops in so I stay in at night
They tell me not to falter to tell them who I am
But I'm not ******* sure I know I love ****** men
They normally contribute to the state that I'm in
This place that I'm in this ******* state that I'm in
Sometimes in the morning I feel bad when I get up
And I look around my house and I look at all the stuff
I get to feeling guilty and I think about my mom
I'm the first one in my family to see a million bucks
No
I don't wanna talk about it
I'd rather write my way around it
'Cause I don't wanna talk about it
No
I don't like the way it's sounding
And I don't know no one around here
And I don't wanna talk about it
I don't wanna talk about it
I'm not much of a cooker but I like to make my pasta
I throw it in a pot and I mix it with the thought of
Losing all I've ever had
Losing all I've ever fought for
And then I get high and I wonder what it's all for
I write songs about my father and the ****** up **** he did
But I take one out the chamber 'cause I'm learning to forgive
I would rather not throw him right up under the bus
Though I used to wish some day that he'd get hit by that bus
I would like to not be bitter yeah And I'd take that back
And I prefer sweet but still I take my coffee black
It's 4:00 in the morning and I wake up in a sweat
Paranoid that someone's there
It's only ever just the wind
Oh
I don't wanna talk about it
I wanna write my way around it
But I don't wanna talk about it
No
I don't like the way it sounds
And I don't know no one around here
And I don't wanna talk about it
Somehow now I'm twenty and I'm trying to figure out
What the hell to do with love and what the hell to do without
I walk in with my head held high I feel like a tall child
I'll sample Lemonade to make Gucci Mane proud