****OFFICIAL GUCCI MANE & BRICKSQUAD 1017****

diversity of subject matter doesn't have **** to do with technical rapping ability but since you asked, Gucci's reference game probably the most diverse rap has ever seen.
 
:lol why is it so hard to get through to these stanleys :{

Gucci isnt lyrical b

Stop with the hes not trying to be lyrical cop out :lol

i shouldve expected a statement like that from you

Im sure gucci would feel disrespected if someone told him he has no bars
 
Do you read post or do you just skim through them? 

You're arguing with yourself here, I never said dude is lyrical and Gucci has already said countless times he doesn't care about lyrics yet you claim the contrary like you know the dude or something.

Your baby momma seen me in Lenox and tried to tackle me

I done got so famous, I can't even eat at Applebee's
I don't give a damn 'bout no n***a say he out rapping me
50 pints of drank in the trap, I want a stack a piece
Three naked h*es in the room, they want a stack a piece
It's twenty thousand just so my goons can sip some Ace with me
Two Ferraris parked at my house, who wanna race with me?


Now please shut the hell up and go seek knowledge elsewhere, a Gucci Mane song won't provide it... opening a book or enrolling in college should handle that.
 
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Nope :lol

Even though he sounds like he's chewing rocks I can understand Gucci and Trap music can be lyrical. TIP created it and he's a great rapper. Gucci just ain't.


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dawg did you just hit that man with the heart eye emojis?

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Like... So because he's not on currently (arguably) the top 5 lyrical artist out right now's level, he's not lyrical? 
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 The Logic. 
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Is he lyrical or is he not stanley?
No, I DON'T LOOK AT RADRIC DAVIS, GUCCI MANE, GUCCI MANE LA FLARE, WILT CHAMBERLIN, GUCCI TWO TIMES, GUCCI SOSA, GUWOP, BIG GUWOP, etc. etc. AS A LYRICAL RAPPER.

The statement you quoted above is me letting you know how using Rick Ross as a measuring stick in a trap rapper lyrical debate is comical, nothing more.

I'm off this stupid a** argument.
 
I must not know what lyrical means...y'all gone have to come up with something else


Now, I ain't ************' lyrical
Got 50 bowls in my living room
My bedroom is the chicken room
I'm eatin' like it's Thanksgiving, fool
And I do it like a ***** do
A rapper but I pull the tr****, too
Your best bet, get a bigger crew
I'm playin' chess while you shootin' pool
Make your next move be your best move
Run up on Guwap, I'm a let loose
What you mad for? *****, I'm upset too
They say the yellow jewelry jeweller in the rest room
On the top, a *****'ll hit you with a barstool
You the type of *****'ll make up, wear a costume
You little boys better go and watch some cartoons
'Cause I'm my own man, *****, I'm my own goon
And I swear I got a whip game incredible
God take my breath now if I'm scared of you
I'll turn your best friend to a ******' vegetable
But I'm a stop talkin', I ain't tryna lecture you
I'm the president, *****, it's election year
EA dictator, ain't no reelections here
Spectator *****, test that's ahead of you
Before I dap you up, boy, I'd rather wet you up
 
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Streets de-railed me
But god didn't fail me
Opportunity knocked but it just emailed me
D.A nailed me, watch them jail me
Take it like a champ while the whole world mail me
Young don't like me, Jay outselles me
Nothing in the world Kanye could tell me
You can be anyone but Gucci
Job so hard I can hardly do me
.......    ....... 
Bet if you had the chance to you'd mute me
Convicted felon my lil friends jailin'
My stash here you go and my bones ain't swellin
Crazy so I need prozac really
My home kept scary n my folks so erie
So hardworkin' that my bones feel weary
Fall in the club then the h*es start cheerin'
So hear me, hear me, I know ya'll hear me
I don't like lames too much not really
High like Britney, stoned like Jimmy
Got a second chance like Vick in Philly
This ain't snap music, this is trap music
New Boyz in Cali yea they got a jerk movement
Bricksquad N!ggas we rep the block
Gucci Mane I work Forks N' Pots


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Word to the wise, Gucci Mane's a wise guy, to all those who despise shoot you 25 times, my session yesterday recorded 25 lines, haters **** with other ****** **** but they dont **** with mine. You a lie, low down, freakin' lie, that is not the truth boy you know i keep it trill and real in and out the booth, on that Goose and Cranberry Juice, droptop that Cranberry Coupe', Gucci is alotta things but fasho' im not scared of you, swaggerific, catastrophic, tatted down, them ****** get it, but stop with all of that ********in', you know you aint ******* with me, deeper than just rappin', yo ***** diggin' me, she bought a shovel, yo boyfriends the basement, im the roof we on two different levels,
 
80 grand in my Robin jeans
It's hot outside but I'm cooling it
Top on now but I'm losing it
Mind gone with a foreign chick
With a Tech-9, with a cooling kit
Had the black jeans with wings on em
Gucci shoes... No shoes strings!
Say every word mean two things
So the white girl is my boo thing
Cause all come in due time
I'm in a drop head at the blue flan
And I don't wanna see no new faces
Cause I don't like to learn no new names
I goto sleep in foreign places
Wake up count big faces
Stuff cash in suitcases,
Pillow cases I'm two faced


Millionaire with True's on
I'm a stash house with shoes on
Put a million dollars in my new home
And a quarter million in my trap house
Put a half of mill in your bank account
You can serve dope in my zone
Cooking to work with them gloves on
So the jocks can get that grub on
I'm a OG with a capital letters
On capital add with white letters
In a 68' Camaro, no top on
I'm put together, I got salt and pepper
No Spinderella, Stupid cheese
That's Mozzarella Bust 'em open,
Put 'em back together
Then sell it to you ahead of schedule


Cmon man That's 1 song too. My dude be lowly talking that ****, **** just get me so amped, ain't no trap rapper touching wop
 
Will you got me bumpin this Trap Back now bruh :{  

This tape was so damn ignorant  :hat  
I feel like we robbed him, should've made us pay for classic trap **** like that. They don't make em like that no more smh
 
I must not know what lyrical means...y'all gone have to come up with something else


Now, I ain't ************' lyrical
Got 50 bowls in my living room
My bedroom is the chicken room
I'm eatin' like it's Thanksgiving, fool
And I do it like a ***** do
A rapper but I pull the tr****, too
Your best bet, get a bigger crew
I'm playin' chess while you shootin' pool
Make your next move be your best move
Run up on Guwap, I'm a let loose
What you mad for? *****, I'm upset too
They say the yellow jewelry jeweller in the rest room
On the top, a *****'ll hit you with a barstool
You the type of *****'ll make up, wear a costume
You little boys better go and watch some cartoons
'Cause I'm my own man, *****, I'm my own goon
And I swear I got a whip game incredible
God take my breath now if I'm scared of you
I'll turn your best friend to a ******' vegetable
But I'm a stop talkin', I ain't tryna lecture you
I'm the president, *****, it's election year
EA dictator, ain't no reelections here
Spectator *****, test that's ahead of you
Before I dap you up, boy, I'd rather wet you up


#Lyricist #Bars #****Nasheaintevenlyrical
 
[Hook]
Homie just text me
Say my ***** flexed him
Dummy brick-frowny face
Rabbit food-frowny face
Say he wanna face me
Tell em "Come and skraighten me":
SK-frowny face
AK-frowny face[Verse 1]
Some ****** tried to wet me up
[Shot up my truck in East Atlanta
Want to set me up because I tricked this ***** in Savannah
They put some money on my head, I had To move to Alabama
Started poppin' with my cousin, mixing 'caine with Arm & Hammer
Somebody blooded my face badly my last visit to the slammer
But they put me in that hole because I beat him like a hammer
The shooter shot my ***** Juice a couple times over by Gresham
Wish I was there just to help him
He pushed on, so I respect him
Before the fortune and the fame
Deep in the game, me and my gang
Behind my rights to getting my record
They tried to murk me for my chain
Two tear drops under my eye because I wish some days I could cry
But to lose my self-respect
My *****, I would rather die. Gucci!

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

My former label didn't trick me
They just did what was expected
I was self-sufficient before I went independent selling records
I know they're kick theyself in the ***
I'm playing chess, they playing checkers
And they know as well as I, I eat they whole roster for breakfast
I'm a boldercrest professor, you should sign up this semester
That made me laugh cause I'm the king
I cut your head off like the jester
I'm standing tall as Manute Bol and y'all ****** shorter then Buster
I'm the dopeman, y'all the workers, so I feed y'all with the extras
Like Drake, Trey Songz and Wayne I don't know if I want successful
Successfully keeping my cool in situations highly stressful
I'm Gucci, all about the zeros, comma, number and the decimal
So if you looking for a visit to the morgue then I can help you

[Hook]

[Bridge]
Sitting here on the corner pumping crack and marijuana
You can try me if you wanna, but I promise you'll be a goner
My rep just won't let you do that. I tote two straps, thought you knew that
If you come between my crew's stacks (Bricksquad!), I'll lay you flat like a doormat. Gucci!
 
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