It’s said that art mirrors life. In hip-hop’s case, there’s always been a deliberate entanglement of perception and reality. Fans demand their MCs be real…but never too real. Successful hip-hop is about the hint of the danger, the tease of it, the mystique. Hip-hop is about balance.
Gucci Mane is an artist striving for that balance, volatility versus musicality. Controversy, including a feud with former collaborator Young Jeezy, has grabbed the headlines, with insufficient regard paid to his considerable mic skills, raw talent, and business acumen. Gucci is looking to wrest his name from public speculation and let his own words do the talking.
“I wish everybody well who’s making money in this rap game,” the Atlanta-raised rapper says, dismissing the controversy that followed him in the past. “My own rap game is going so good, I’ve got so many things on my plate at my label, that I don’t got time for other people’s business.” With a deal with Asylum Records as the boss of his own label, So Icey Entertainment, Gucci does indeed have a full schedule with no time to dwell on the past.
“I live my life with no regrets. I just wish that a lot of things never happened, but anybody can wish,” says Gucci. Sounds like a man with his eyes on the prize. And you’d expect nothing less from an artist who ground his way to the top via the hustle of independent records. Signing to Big Cat Records in the wake of his local single “Black Tee,” he dropped his debut record, Trap House, in May 2005. The independent album moved an impressive 140,000 units, largely on the strength of the “Icy” single, featuring Jeezy. Clamor over song rights sparked dispute, and the resulting rift grew.
Controversy notwithstanding, Mane’s independence was cemented: “I was on the independent scene for about two years,” he recalls. “It’s crazy! You gotta go into your own pocket to support your craft. You need other avenues to have money coming in, to support your stuff. You might win, you might lose, and it’s a gamble out there with the independent circuit. One thing you’d better have is good music because without that, you go downhill fast in the independent game.”
Good music firmly in hand, Gucci was fast approaching stardom when more tragedy befell him. But let’s backtrack; how did the man born Radric Davis in Bessemer, Alabama, become Gucci Mane, mouthpiece for Atlanta stuntin’? Mane remembers little from his time in Alabama, just that it was rural, and that it’s changed dramatically since he left at the age of nine. “I gotta shout out Alabama though, because they holdin’ it down,” he affirms. “Every time I go there to do a show, I’m impressed with how hip-hop culture has taken root.”
Mane’s identity coalesced when he moved with his mother to Atlanta. “I lived all of my adolescent and adult life in Atlanta,” he explains. “I’m from East Atlanta Zone Six; it was hard, man, it was real rough. I grew up in the Starter jacket era: they’d take your Starter jacket, your 8Ball jacket, they’d take your hat, your shoes. It was just no holds barred on the streets, dog eat dog. If you missed the bus, you had to be crewed up or you’d get jumped. It was wild when I came up.”
It’s a bleak portrait. When asked to describe his home life more vividly, Mane offers a look into his contemplative side, a side honed as a schoolyard poet. “I was just a young dude in a single parent house most of my life. I can’t complain that much. I would guess it’s like any black child growing up in a single parent household. There are a lot of people who know how that is. I didn’t have a lot coming up; but what I did have, I appreciated. I was blessed to have a caring mother to raise me right and to help me with my business ventures; she’s been there through the whole struggle. There’s a lot that goes along with that; it made me who I am today.”
A stepfather would enter the picture during Mane’s adolescence, introducing not only a male figure, but also inspiration for Mane’s unusual moniker. “My father came in, the original Gucci Mane; that’s what people in the neighborhood called him, and that’s where I get my name from. From then on, I grew up the son of a hustler and a schoolteacher; it was the best of both worlds because I was educated twice.” Drawing inspiration from a pantheon of rappers before him –Big Daddy Kane, LL Cool J, Ice Cube, the Beastie Boys, N.W.A—Mane went on to release Trap House, a lethal brew of his signature sound: “I call my music straight Gucci: going hard and whatever beats you make you for me, if I’m feeling it, if I’m rocking with it, I’m gonna crush it. When you hear me, you hear a lot of pain, a lot of hood; you hear what’s going on in the inner city in Atlanta.”
Unfortunately, Trap House was ill timed; the month of its release, Gucci was accused of murder and jailed for two days. Eventually deemed to be acting in self-defense, and without sufficient evidence to hold him, Mane was exonerated. But the ordeal left an indelible imprint on the man. “I learned to keep better company, watch where I go, and be mindful of my surroundings at all times,” he reveals. “Watch what I say, watch what I do and how I do it, just keep myself out of the wrong crowd.”
“I always stand up man,” he continues. “I’m one of the toughest guys I know. It’ll take a lot more than that to break me down.” Undeterred, Mane was back in the studio, preparing 2006’s eerily apropos Hard To Kill. The buzz from Hard To Kill vaulted Gucci Mane from regional commodity to national treasure, and major labels responded accordingly: “There was a bidding war going on, and I liked Atlantic’s approach. They made it known that they wanted me, they felt where I was going and that I could grow with them.”
Asylum/Atlantic Records welcomed Gucci Mane in early ’07, granting him his own imprint, So Icey Entertainment. With it comes an entire stable of artists, the So Icey Boyz. As the Boyz ready for their own exposure –“I got them in training; they be in the weight room, pumping iron, doing pushups, shopping at the mall, buying ice”—Gucci is focused on his magnum opus, Back to the Trap House. “I started working on the album, and by the third song, I was like ‘This is going back to the Trap House.’ I started feeling the same way I did when I made my first album. It had the same feel to it, the same freshness. And I had the same hunger and desire I had when I first started rapping.”
“Since I went major, I want everybody to know I’m still keeping it street, keeping it hood,” Gucci maintains. “I’m trying to take it back to all my fans that I had when I first started my career. And at the same time, I’m trying to open up my new album to a new fan base. So it’s a mix for everybody coming together, like my first album was.” Gucci has always prided himself on his innate ability, and his refusal to let guest appearances dictate the tone of his records. “I just want people to know I’m a great songwriter, man,” he asserts. “I’m passionate about what I do, and it’s choreographed strategically when I do it. I bring a lot of experience, creative wordplay, and a crazy style. And my albums, I record most of the songs without writing them down; it’s a God-given gift and I just get paid for it. It come from God, it’s like wondering what makes a bird fly. He made me a poet like the great poets of the past.”
But don’t mistake Gucci’s confidence for self-absorption. The vicissitudes of his career have dictated a longer view. Lyrics aside, he’s less preoccupied with visible means and more so with acting as an emissary from his under-repped block. “I’m not the one to glorify what goes on in the hood,” he insists. “We have everything there, the whole range from violence to people getting on the bus and going to work. There’s a lot more to the hood than just drugs. It’s a bigger story, there’s a big picture. I went to school in that neighborhood, I worked there, I trapped there, I hustled there, and I got my name there. I’m proud to be from East Atlanta Zone Six, and I claim there. I hold that on my back and carry that, to be the first one from there to really rock.”
And Gucci’s professional aims have matured as well. While other rappers stress platinum plaques, Gucci hasn’t forgotten the route he took to stardom. “I made a lot of CDs on my own. People fucked with me and supported me, and just made me the man I am today. That’s my blueprint right there, and I stay mindful of it. So now, my only concern is that people feel my music; at the end of the day, I do it for people to feel it. If one person feel it, two people feel it, I feel like my job’s been done.”
Fortunately for Gucci, he should be prepared to welcome an army of new fans with Back to the Trap House. But longstanding fans shouldn’t fear; they’ll recognize “Freaky Gurl,” reprised from its previous appearance from Hard To Kill. Luda, upon hearing the joint, asked for a guest spot on the remix. Said remix now appears as the lead single on Back to the Trap House, following in Gucci’s theme of mating old and new. Over a bouncing, meandering beat from Cyber Sapp, the two cook up the requisite concoction of whips, chips, and chicks. Also look out for “Bird Flu,” the album’s number two single, laced by New-York based Supa Sonics. Elsewhere, firm guest verses from Rich Boy and Pimp C of UGK round out Gucci’s regional flavor, while Bay-area producer Zaytoven (of “Icy” renown) locks down Gucci’s West Coast appeal.
Gucci Mane has something for everyone, and with the struggles of the past in his rearview, Gucci is settled in for his ride to the top. “I’m best known for controversy but I’m trying to gain respect as a songwriter and entertainer. I plan to hit them so hard with this album; who knows what the future will bring. I’ll be banging them out till I can’t bang no more.”
Can't Trust Her
Gucci Mane Lyrics
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Can't love her, can't trust her (fuck that ho)
I swear that I can't put no one above her (what)
That money (money), what we live for (gettin' it)
Sign that, thanks for stealin' I'mma kill her
Swear I can't love her, can't trust her
I'd be a damn fool just to cuff her
Can't love her, can't trust her
Drop, Phantom, camera, Rolls
Tripped her out her panty hose
She heard Gucci Mane's a dog (woof)
You know the way I handle hoes
All my hoes got bitches too
All my guns come with extensions
Girl who the fuck you talkin' to?
Better watch your tone and get out my business
She always home I'm always gone
Ho stick to me just like cologne
Kush, we still go off that strong
I smell like five pounds of ???
She won't believe me, she won't believe me
She don't believe me, she don't believe me
G-G-Gucci Mane be real and flexin'
I can buy thirty five SS's
She call my phone I hit decline
And I ain't fine with fuckin' textin'
Cold dirty world you better wear your boots
You know it's hurtin' me to hurt you it hurts me too
I know I got a cold heart but baby not about you
I know I lie but if the shoes changed you'd lie too
My ride or die bitch she gone and I miss my boo
I ride by you in the coupe fuck I miss my roof
Can't love her, can't trust her (fuck that ho)
I swear that I can't put no one above her (what)
That money (money), what we live for (gettin' it)
Sign that, thanks for stealin' I'mma kill her
Swear I can't love her, can't trust her
I'd be a damn fool just to cuff her
Can't love her, can't trust her
Can't love her, can't trust her
Who? Rich Homie baby
First of all, I can't trust no woman
So baby leave, all my bitches
Take off like Bessy Coleman
Bitch you freakin', niggas ain't speakin'
Let them know this
Them niggas leachin', give me back
All my shit you owe me
That trigger squeezin', shootin'
At all these motherfuckers
Breakin' on polices, fuck dinner trays
Got three covers
Straight out them trenches
Me and my nigga workin' double
He love them millions
Know what the crazy thing is?
I hate I love 'em (I do)
Oh, me and Guwop straight up East Atlanta with it
Word around town? (What's that?) Your new drop rented
(I know) I got loose knots in my denim (yeah)
And a shoe box full of benji's (Rich Homie)
Two shots and I'm in 'em
Can't love her, can't trust her (fuck that ho)
I swear that I can't put no one above her (what)
That money (money), what we live for (gettin' it)
Sign that, thanks for stealin' I'mma kill her
Swear I can't love her, can't trust her
I'd be a damn fool just to cuff her
Can't love her, can't trust her
Can't love her, can't trust her
The song "Can't Trust Her" by Gucci Mane featuring Rich Homie Quan is a rap song in which the two rappers talk about their distrust and dislike for women. They discuss their difficult experiences with women who are manipulative, gold diggers, and disloyal. They repeat the phrase "can't love her, can't trust her" throughout the song, emphasizing their negative feelings towards the women in their lives.
In the first verse, Gucci Mane implies that he has been stolen from by a woman and that he plans to retaliate. He also talks about how he can't put anyone above his love for money, further illustrating his distrust towards women, and his prioritization of wealth.
In the second verse, Rich Homie Quan expresses his frustration with women who owe him money and are not paying him back. He compares himself to Bessy Coleman, a famous African American aviator, and explains how he is working hard to make money. He also talks about his frustration with police and his disregard for breaking the law.
Overall, the song is about the difficulties of relationships with women and how the rappers have been hurt, disappointed, and lost money due to their experiences with certain women.
Line by Line Meaning
Can't love her, can't trust her (fuck that ho)
I am incapable of loving or trusting this woman, she is not worthy of my attention
I swear that I can't put no one above her (what)
I cannot value anyone more than her, despite the fact that she is not trustworthy or lovable
That money (money), what we live for (gettin' it)
We live our lives for money, it is our primary motivation and goal
Sign that, thanks for stealin' I'mma kill her
If she signs the papers that she stole from me, I will kill her as retribution
Swear I can't love her, can't trust her
I am reiterating my previous statement that I cannot love or trust this woman
I'd be a damn fool just to cuff her
It would be foolish of me to commit to her in any significant way
Drop, Phantom, camera, Rolls
We are flaunting our expensive cars in this line
Tripped her out her panty hose
We seduced this woman and removed her underwear
She heard Gucci Mane's a dog (woof)
She is aware that Gucci Mane is a player and treats women poorly
You know the way I handle hoes
I have a reputation for mistreating women
All my hoes got bitches too
All the women I am involved with are also not trustworthy
All my guns come with extensions
I always carry guns with additional ammunition
Girl who the fuck you talkin' to?
Who are you addressing with your words?
Better watch your tone and get out my business
You need to be careful how you speak to me and stay out of my personal matters
She always home I'm always gone
I am not around her often, but she is always present at home
Ho stick to me just like cologne
She is constantly clinging to me, like the scent of cologne
Kush, we still go off that strong
I am still consuming very strong marijuana
I smell like five pounds of ???
I smell strongly of an unknown substance (possibly marijuana)
She won't believe me, she won't believe me
This woman does not trust me or take me at my word
She don't believe me, she don't believe me
Reiteration that this woman doesn't trust me
G-G-Gucci Mane be real and flexin'
I am being honest and showing off my wealth and success
I can buy thirty five SS's
I have the financial means to purchase a large quantity of luxury cars
She call my phone I hit decline
When she calls me, I ignore her calls
And I ain't fine with fuckin' textin'
I am not content with only communicating through text messages
Cold dirty world you better wear your boots
The world is harsh and unforgiving, so one must be prepared (like wearing boots)
You know it's hurtin' me to hurt you it hurts me too
It pains me to hurt this woman, even though she is untrustworthy
I know I got a cold heart but baby not about you
I have a tendency to be emotionally distant, but it is not about her specifically
I know I lie but if the shoes changed you'd lie too
I often tell lies, but if the roles were reversed, she would also be dishonest
My ride or die bitch she gone and I miss my boo
My loyal and dependable woman has left my life and I am feeling the loss
I ride by you in the coupe fuck I miss my roof
When I pass by her in my car, I am reminded of a time when I was happy (represented by the roof of the car)
Who? Rich Homie baby
Beginning of Rich Homie Quan's verse
First of all, I can't trust no woman
Rich Homie Quan also has a general distrust of women
So baby leave, all my bitches
He is telling this woman to leave, and referring to all of his women as 'bitches'
Take off like Bessy Coleman
He wants her to leave quickly, like the famous aviator Bessy Coleman
Bitch you freakin', niggas ain't speakin'
She is acting erratic and it is causing other people to stay quiet
Let them know this
Rich Homie Quan is directing this statement to someone else, telling them to make their thoughts known
Them niggas leachin', give me back
Others are taking advantage of him, and he wants them to return what they owe him
All my shit you owe me
The people he is addressing owe him money or other forms of repayment
That trigger squeezin', shootin'
Rich Homie Quan is threatening to use a gun (trigger squeezing) and shoot someone
At all these motherfuckers
He is directing his anger and violence towards a group of people
Breakin' on polices, fuck dinner trays
He is willing to fight (or run from) the police, and doesn't care about the consequences (dinner trays are slang for handcuffs)
Got three covers
He has three different women who will provide for him (covers = protection)
Straight out them trenches
He and his crew come from difficult, dangerous backgrounds
Me and my nigga workin' double
He and his friend are working hard (possibly in illegal activities) to make money
He love them millions
His friend is motivated by the desire to make a lot of money
Know what the crazy thing is?
Rich Homie Quan is changing subjects slightly, indicating that something surprising is about to be said
I hate I love 'em (I do)
He has mixed feelings about his women - he both hates them and loves them
Oh, me and Guwop straight up East Atlanta with it
He and Gucci Mane represent their East Atlanta roots and lifestyle
Word around town? (What's that?) Your new drop rented
There is a rumor that the car she has recently acquired is not actually hers, but rented
(I know) I got loose knots in my denim (yeah)
He has a lot of money (knots) in his pockets, represented by the loose denim fabric
And a shoe box full of benji's (Rich Homie)
He has a shoe box full of one hundred dollar bills (Benjamin Franklins)
Two shots and I'm in 'em
He can quickly become involved in violent situations (two shots = gunshots)
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Radric Davis
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@tallymatthews9612
Ooh, ooh
Can't love her, can't trust her (fuck that ho)
I swear that I can't put no one above her (what)
That money (money), what we live for (gettin' it)
Sign that, thanks for stealin' I'mma kill her
Swear I can't love her, can't trust her
I'd be a damn fool just to cuff her
Can't love her, can't trust her
Can't love her, can't trust her
Drop, Phantom, camera, Rolls
Tripped her out her panty hose
She heard Gucci Mane's a dog (woof)
You know the way I handle hoes
All my hoes got bitches too
All my guns come with extensions
Girl who the fuck you talkin' to?
Better watch your tone and get out my business
She always home I'm always gone
Ho stick to me just like cologne
Kush, we still go off that strong
I smell like five pounds of ???
She won't believe me, she won't believe me
She don't believe me, she don't believe me
G-G-Gucci Mane be real and flexin'
I can buy thirty five SS's
She call my phone I hit decline
And I ain't fine with fuckin' textin'
Cold dirty world you better wear your boots
You know it's hurtin' me to hurt you it hurts me too
I know I got a cold heart but baby not about you
I know I lie but if the shoes changed you'd lie too
My ride or die bitch she gone and I miss my boo
I ride by you in the coupe fuck I miss my roof
Can't love her, can't trust her (fuck that ho)
I swear that I can't put no one above her (what)
That money (money), what we live for (gettin' it)
Sign that, thanks for stealin' I'mma kill her
Swear I can't love her, can't trust her
I'd be a damn fool just to cuff her
Can't love her, can't trust her
Can't love her, can't trust her
Who? Rich Homie baby
First of all, I can't trust no woman
So baby leave, all my bitches
Take off like Bessy Coleman
Bitch you freakin', niggas ain't speakin'
Let them know this
Them niggas leachin', give me back
All my shit you owe me
That trigger squeezin', shootin'
At all these motherfuckers
Breakin' on polices, fuck dinner trays
Got three covers
Straight out them trenches
Me and my nigga workin' double
He love them millions
Know what the crazy thing is?
I hate I love 'em (I do)
Oh, me and Guwop straight up East Atlanta with it
Word around town? (What's that?) Your new drop rented
(I know) I got loose knots in my denim (yeah)
And a shoe box full of benji's (Rich Homie)
Two shots and I'm in 'em
Can't love her, can't trust her (fuck that ho)
I swear that I can't put no one above her (what)
That money (money), what we live for (gettin' it)
Sign that, thanks for stealin' I'mma kill her
Swear I can't love her, can't trust her
I'd be a damn fool just to cuff her
Can't love her, can't trust her
Can't love her, can't trust her
@n1nj4hun
2023 still goes hard!
@dominikgrunt7813
Still bumpin 🔥🔥🔥
@phillipstaplesjr4035
Forever bumpin this....a week away from 2024 still goin crazy 🔥🔥🔥
@BigManWithNoRide
Crazy people dont get the run gucci had in that mid 2000s legendary
@yom0mma214
Old Gucci> Lil Baby
@yom0mma214
Old Gucci> Lil Baby
@newbornassassin7291
@Yo Momma 214 lil baby trash cant even put there names besides eachother
@mattsinn9518
This song goes hard no matter how many times you listen to it. Beat is hard as fuck.
@bshatkovsky98
It’s Lex btw
@sproutdelarosa
I listened to it as a kid a lot, so pretty much true