tragedy lyrics – gucci mane

y’all know i don’t wanna be
in a penitentiary
but that’s my reality
that sh*t might be a tragedy
i be right back smoking weed
chilling with the family
cause that’s my reality
that sh*t might be a tragedy

starting out my week with a quarter boat
stupid strong and i won’t sell a quarter o
i got 5 on that cause i’m infamous
f*ck fame, strippers love me…

“back to work n*gg*! i know y’all n*gg*s miss this sh*t!”

y’all know i don’t wanna be
in a penitentiary
but that’s my reality
that sh*t might be a tragedy
i be right back smoking weed
chilling with the family
cause that’s my reality
that sh*t might be a tragedy

starting out my week with a quarter boat
stupid strong and i won’t sell a quarter o
i got 5 on that cause i’m infamous
f*ck fame, strippers love me ad infinite
f*ck no, i ain’t working for the minimum
i’m going in, every weekend is a cinema
so get a c*ke, hot dog and some candy bars
i’m from the 6 but my d*ck dunn been in movie stars
i’m so high right now i want a?
let everybody in free
i’m bringing all my cars
and i don’t wanna be locked up, h*ll no!
but we got weight so?

excuse me for being gangsta, i’m crazy
i couldn’t have been a sissy
mama wouldn’t have fed me
i’m all-red and my beemer confetti
i’m? 18 with the chevy
i’m deadlift with a tool like freddy
not jackson, kruger, you smell me?
and no push ups, just kush up
no lay-ups, just?
e a g a got bakers
eastside, can i roll through decatur
i’m going hard for the squad
i’m the major
anything move here, gucci get paper

/ gucci mane lyrics