Gucci Mane - Intro - Trap God

So this is the end of the story

Started selling weed
From my brother,
The age was eleven
Thirty off a hundred dollars
He working the shipments
Seventh grade Christmas time,
Momma gave me a fifty

I spent that fifty with the dope man,
He gave me two fifties
I owed a fifty but
I trapped and
I paid him so quickly
I had them dimes
So big junkies calling me biggie
I moved out, paying rent
Was such a good feeling
I hit a lick, thirty grand
Fell out of the ceiling
I’m in Savannah and
My nigga like king of the city

In Alabama with them hammers
They plotting to get me
These suckers tried to take
My life on a couple of occasions
Been grinding hard,
Thirty years, never took a vacation
And ever since seventeen,
Been stuck on probation
I chased a nigga, stabbed his ass
Now they calling me Jason
I fell out with my homeboy,
I swear it was crazy
And we don't really know each other,
But having a baby

I travelled all around
The world been plenty of places
I'm Gucci, trashbag cash got plenty of faces
In Sun Valley, trapping hard
Like back in the Eighties
I left with eighty,
Spent at least thirty grand in the station
I lost my nigga Dunkin
And no one will ever replace him
In Gucci's eyes he will always be
One of the greatest
I lost my nigga Dunkin
And no one will ever replace him
In Gucci's eyes he will always be
One of the greatest

So this is the end of the story...