Dead People - Gucci Mane

I got a pocket full of dead people
Evil voices in my head tellin' me go get this bread
Got a pocket full of dead people
Evil voices in my head tellin' me to get this bread
Got a pocket full of dead guys
Evil voices in my head tellin' me to watch the feds
And I love sellin' cake pies
It's a bad b**ch in my bed and she got that stupid head
Got me Versace shop shawty catch me walkin' out of 5ths
With a lit Glock 40 and a couple extra clips
Lenox Mall in the closet all my h*es exotic
And ain't that sh*t ironic that my doors go up robotic
I can walk the sh*t and I can talk the sh*t
I can talk the sh*t cause I got it
It's Gucci Mane I'm a walkin' lick
Got dead people in my pocket
Fallin' off in Follie's got a bag full of the mollies
A half a mil' off profit and my Muller got her jockin'
I've been livin' like a king all week
I'm a peasant at the end of every day
I've been chillin' with my n***as in the streets
Livin' like a vagabond wild free run away
Reminiscin' 'bout them bored summer days
Blowin' haze on the east side of Atlanta
Makin' moves on the shawty a Hispania
We don't speak the same language so excuse me if I stammer
I understand you wanna pick up the hammer
And build up your own she see her brother climbin' the ladder
It's your time yeah it's somethin' that you figure
I mean you can do it too but you can't be a b**ch a** ni**a
Get up off your a** find a f**kin' craft
Make bread get it back give it back times 2
Who are you Look in the mirror
Don't give a f**k what they think you're the one you're the truth
Got the juice got the juice got the juice got the juice
Mothaf**ka you the man like an 8th grade Jew
You can chew through any zebra a** in the zoo
Any ni**a tryna act hard as some leather boots f**k them
And anyone tryna step on you fire burnin'
Ni**a learnin' stay concernin' bout your paper
Now and later ain't really good time
For a ni**a 'bout his business on Wood Crest Manor
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