Gucci Mane, Drake, Killer Mike - Street Cred lyrics

Bustas! (I know) Gansta Grillz, bastards! (I know)
(It's not fair, I agree, I totally agree
It's not)

It's Gucci! (hahaha) What's happening? Burr!
DJ Drama, what's happening?
(Mr thanksgiving) Gansta Grillz
Gucci! Drizzy Drake and Gucci

It's Gucci! What's happening?
(I'm shivering) Burr!
DJ Drama, what's happening?
(Ya know what I mean?) Gansta Grillz
Gucci! Drizzy Drake and Gucci

It's Gucci! What's happening? Burr!
(Guccimerica) dJ Drama, what's happening?
(We've read this) Gansta Grillz
Gucci! Drizzy Drake and Gucci

Ha! (1017) They ain't expect this one


Expect the unexpected motherfucker
It's Gucci!

From Zone Six to the SWATS
I'm a keep the block burnin'
Long as the world keep turnin'
Money I'm gon' be earnin (hah)
Lost my train of thought, if someone find it
Return it
You niggas wanna beat me like my children
I'm hearin' (shh)
You come between my paper route
That's pass interference
Now cash interference
I shine just like my earrings (bling)
It's $50 K today, twelve bars
A feature appearance
My sneaker bill cost more than what
You make in a year, man
Don't near man, there's no one near man
You're like a cheer man no coachin'
Gucci the GM and you're the beer man
Don't try me like I'm a pussy another tin man
I rap I bust bricks so you
Can call it R&B man gucci!

I got a new side job, I'm hip-hop security
And what that means is
I'm takin' all credentials
What you say and what
You do, accomplishments, accolades
I'm like the airport
All identification will be checked drama!

Look, uh, feelin sorry for the runner up
I'm still away gettin money when
The sun is up and they keep sayin how they
Need me to deliver
Cause they hate it when the rookie
Starters can't put the numbers up
Maann, hate is so pasé, catch me in
A Tom Ford suit on draft day, nigga
And it's just me and my money
Ya'll don't even get to play when
Ya'll are leading by twenty
Yeah, I infiltrated the game
I was hesitant at first and
Feared what it would change
Now I'm high of the success and
Faded off of the fame
But still I managed to keep all
Of my opinions the same
Man, I am So Far Gone, bitch I'm outta here
Hotter than santa inside rockin nauta wear
I want it all man
I never learned how to share
I also can no longer
Converse with you thousandaires
Wow, I swear I'm killin shit, I'm killin shit
Shoutout to the niggas I just
Made a couple million with
Yeah, from the beginning to the end
Know I'm into making history
Not into making friends, motherfuckaa

I've seen a lot come and go
Some niggas was runnin too fast
Ran outta breath too quick
Us over here? We pace ourselves
The finish line is way far ahead
You niggas keep gettin cramps in
The race, don't pass out, baby!
Look for me in the rafters!

Mike bigga baby, it's bigger
Baby, Gucci, Louis, prada
Don Dada, I am hot as the Sahara
What I spit in my saliva is
A flow hotter than lava
When I grab a microphone
I flame on like Waka Flocka
Got a thirty-eight revolver that
I call my problem-solver
I ain't worried bout no
Rappers, they just talk, they just holler
When that fire hit their ass, they'll walk
They crew will follow
Like a pimp, I pop my collar
At the prospect of tomorrow
Naw said life a bitch
So I'm a break her for some dollars
I will never be a simple, sorry
Sucka stuck in squalor
I will murder ever verse I ever
Versed to get the guala
I am cursed since I first dispersed a dime
Bag of rocka in exchange for a dollar

Ay, to all you other rappers out there
If I'm not eatin with ya
And you have an opinion about me
Always remember how insignificant
Your opinion is to the world
Whether you like, or dislike me
Tomorrow's coming
So with that said, get on your
Grind, because it's about time, bitch!