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Gucci Mane La Flare (Gucci Gucci)
La Flare Entertainment (La Flare)
Young CEO (I'm the CEO)
I'm the boss man around here (I'm the boss)
East Atlanta, Zone 6, that's my hood
That's my hood, nigga, that's my hood
Glenwood to Gresham Road, that's my hood
That's my hood, nigga, that's my hood
Bouldercrest to Flat Shoals, nigga, that's my hood
That's my hood, nigga, that's my hood
I can't forget Candler Road, that's my hood
That's my hood, nigga, that's my hood
Uh, gangsta biddin', everybody coppin'
Niggas walkin' out with bags like they goin' shoppin'
I'm on the PlayStation, playin' Grand Theft
I had a hundred bricks, I got three left
Shootin' cee-lo, middle of the day
I bet a hundred grand, the nigga iced away
5:45 in the afternoon
98 degrees, and it's the first of June
Niggas goin in, niggas gettin out
Everybody strapped and they gripped out
Twelve on the dot, midnight
Bet fifty grand on a pit' fight
6:43, and I'm wakin' up
Cookin' cocaine and it's cakin' up
Nine on the dot, rush hour
First you get the money then you get the power
East Atlanta, Zone 6, that's my hood
That's my hood, nigga, that's my hood
Glenwood to Gresham Road, that's my hood
That's my hood, nigga, that's my hood
Bouldercrest to Flat Shoals, nigga, that's my hood
That's my hood, nigga, that's my hood
I can't forget Candler Road, that's my hood
That's my hood, nigga, that's my hood
Money real dirty, 9:30
Got a trap to catch, fo' a quarter birdie
10:45, quarter to eleven
AK-47 and a MAC-11
1:17, my trap bunkin'
If you from the hood, then you sellin' somethin'
2:22, time to cook a deuce
Fo' my lil' partner, I call his ass the truth
3:34, time to swing the door
Ninety-sixty hundred, fo' a pound of dro'
4:46, trunk full of bricks
Can't stop trappin, 'til I'm fithy rich
Dropped out of school, 1998
Bought a box Chevy, and a half of cake
2K3, hit a lick
Hundred pounds of weed, fifty bricks
East Atlanta, Zone 6, that's my hood
That's my hood, nigga, that's my hood
Glenwood to Gresham Road, that's my hood
That's my hood, nigga, that's my hood
Bouldercrest to Flat Shoals, nigga, that's my hood
That's my hood, nigga, that's my hood
I can't forget Candler Road, that's my hood
That's my hood, nigga, that's my hood
Age thirteen, I'm a trap star
Paid a fifty slab fo' a junkie car
School's still in, but I'm at home
Standin' on the corner with some Ewings on
Turned fifteen and I'm trapped out
Bet a hundred dollars just to crap out
Seventeen now and I'm on the grind
Never stand in line at the five-five-nine
Nineteen years, blood sweat and tears
Sellin' innertubes like Goodyear
Twenty-one now, I'm a grown up
So when you call my phone, it's a zone up
Age twenty-five and it's gettin' worse
Eighteen-five fo' a hook and verse
'Fore I turn thirty, I'll be thirty plus
Swimmin' in the bucks, like Scrooge McDuck
East Atlanta, Zone 6, that's my hood
That's my hood, nigga, that's my hood
Glenwood to Gresham Road, that's my hood
That's my hood, nigga, that's my hood
Bouldercrest to Flat Shoals, nigga, that's my hood
That's my hood, nigga, that's my hood
I can't forget Candler Road, that's my hood
That's my hood, nigga, that's my hood
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