Madchild, Tom MacDonald - Gucky lyrics

Yeah

I was a kid wearing rags
Now I'm the kid with the bag
Came outta crib I was sharing
With roaches and rats
'Cause I didn't have shit in the bank
Never saw triple digit's, I just get evicted
Put an air mattress at the homie's house
I prayed for the riches
And I'm not religious
I hit up a church to put food in my mouth
My house flooded, sleep freezing
Now I'm like, "Neck flooded, mouth freezing"
I was like, "Leaky pipes wrecked all my shit"
Now I drip like the
Motherfucking pipe's leaking
Hype demon, pull up and they eyes bleeding
Ice needed, is everyone alright? Jesus
The look on they face is like this a vacation
I'm the destination they sight seeing

I got so much Gucky, I got so much Lewis
I got so much Versace
The money made me do it
Guess your boy got lucky
I was broke and losing
Now I don't need to know the
Brand names 'cause the money's stupid

I ain't never had a lot, man, now, I swear
I got it all
Hit Rodeo with the top back, so hard
It's assault i ain't never had a rack, man
Now I wanna see it fall
Money bigger than the backpack
Need a duffel bag, i'm God

Life is a dream, still reign Supreme
I got the drop on the box sets
I got the plug on the desktop
Man, I'm not talking 'bout stock ex
Everything Gucci 'cause everything Gucci
I go to my parents, I never bring groupies
Not saying that everyone's stupid
But I'm spending money like I'm
Gonna never recoup it
They hit my line now if anyone moving
I got the link, I got several Cubans
Money is evil? Money is evil?
I guarantee that the Devil is looming
Pussy get fucked while I finger this trigger
I'm taking my spot back, an Indian giver
My money is long, I'm not lending it ever
More Gucci, more Louis, more Fendi than ever

I got so much Gucky, I got so much Lewis
I got so much Versace
The money made me do it
Guess your boy got lucky
I was broke and losing
Now I don't need to know the
Brand names 'cause the money's stupid

I ain't never had a lot, man, now, I swear
I got it all
Hit Rodeo with the top back, so hard
It's assault i ain't never had a rack, man
Now I wanna see it fall
Money bigger than the backpack
Need a duffel bag, i'm God

Let me flex, my whole life in so much stress
Had a nervous fucking breakdown
Half the time I'm still depressed
Let me uh, let me eh
I don't do this every day
But when you're broke for 30 years
Sometimes you wanna say "okay"

I ain't never had a lot, man, now, I swear
I got it all
Hit Rodeo with the top back, so hard
It's assault i ain't never had a rack, man
Now I wanna see it fall
Money bigger than the backpack
Need a duffel bag, i'm God