Gucci Mane

I'm from Alabama, I'm 'bout 4'11" I've got a shitty 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 'em who I am But I'm not fucking sure, I know I love shitty men They normally contribute to the state that I'm in This place that I'm in, this fucking state that I'm in Sometimes in the morning, I feel bad when I get up And I'll look around my house, and I'll look at all the stuff And 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 sounded 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 the 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 fucked up shit 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 someday that he'd get hit by that bus I would like to not be bitter and not take that back And I prefer it sweet but still I take my coffee black And it's four in the morning and I wake up in a sweat Paranoid that someone's there, it's only ever just the wind No, I don't wanna talk about it I wanna write my way around it No, 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 So now that I'm 20, 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 high, I feel like a tall child I sampled Lemonade and make Gucci Mane proud