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.”
Fuck the World
Gucci Mane Lyrics
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White birds Black birds serving pigeons and crows
I whip the dope so good, A benz jumped out the bowl
Motherfuck the ATF and the border patrol
Me and my amigos at the table shots of Don Julio
I fucked your bitch a week ago, But I ain't gonna fuck her no more
I got the stacks under the mattress so I sleep with the dough
I got the keys stuffed in the wall so yeah I live with the coke
It's Bricksquad and I know you niggas mad cus you broke
You see my videos on the TV and he broke the remote
I'm like Pablo in his prime,Explain Shoulder deep with the snow
I read your paper work nigga man yall niggas some hoes
I been on some the fuck the world shit lately
And I grind to get where I'm at
These niggas don't want to see you with these stacks
I'm a fly nigga to be exact
And I been on some the fuck the world shit lately
Cus I grind to get where I'm at
These niggas don't want to see you with these stacks
I fuck fly bitches to be exact
And I been on some fuck the world shit
I got all eyes on me like Pac did
But I ain't trying to go broke like Joc did
I ain't trying to fuck my dealer did like Block did
I'm trying to stack them free bands like like Rock did
Tell the truth I never thought that I get this big
I think I'm about to buy some choppers like TIP did
I came in, flexing jewelry like Flip did
Got ever penny out the 6's I swear I milked it
The Bricksquad shit I built it
I put Flocka in the game and he killed it
I did a song with Lil Wayne and I killed it
My only wish my nigga Dunk was here to rip shit. (It's Gucci)
I been on some the fuck the world shit lately
And I grind to get where I'm at
These niggas don't want to see you with these stacks
I'm a fly nigga to be exact
And I been on some the fuck the world shit lately
Cus I grind to get where I'm at
These niggas don't want to see you with these stacks
I fuck fly bitches to be exact
And I been on some fuck the world shit
My uncle Runnie died from smoking cane
My cousin suicidal, he blown out his brain
They gave my nigga 30 years, He in a chain gang
I just had to drop a 40 racks up on my ring
I'm in Giuseppe's walking in the rain
I can't even help it I been through some things
I put my heart in every verse and when I'm on that plane, I'm thanking God for all my watches, and all my chains
I'm in Chanel and I'm in Ferragamos
These bitches know I'm worth these commas, they know I got that lumber
And my lil sister just got out that coma
That sickle cell hurtin her bones
Free my nigga Bomma
I been on some the fuck the world shit lately
And I grind to get where I'm at
These niggas don't want to see you with these stacks
I'm a fly nigga to be exact
And I been on some the fuck the world shit lately
Cus I grind to get where I'm at
These niggas don't want to see you with these stacks
I fuck fly bitches to be exact
And I been on some fuck the world shit
In "Fuck the World," Gucci Mane raps about his experiences with money, drugs, and violence. He boasts about his wealth and power, gloating over his ability to have the best of everything, including women, drugs, and luxury brands. He also expresses his disdain for law enforcement agencies like the ATF and border patrol. The chorus reveals a sense of disenchantment with the world and his position in it, with Gucci rapping about a desire to distance himself from the negativity and jealousy that surrounds him.
Throughout the song, Gucci Mane touches on a range of emotions and themes, including loyalty, loss, struggle, and triumph. His lyrics are raw and unapologetic, reflecting the unique perspective of a rapper who has seen both the highs and lows of life. Gucci Mane's style is both aggressive and introspective, with a clear sense of self-awareness and an appreciation for his own struggles and accomplishments.
Line by Line Meaning
Money four door so bitch you already know
I have lots of cash and a luxurious car, so don't even question my status.
White birds Black birds serving pigeons and crows
I am a drug dealer with an extensive clientele, serving customers of every race and background.
I whip the dope so good, A benz jumped out the bowl
I am excellent at cooking my drugs, exemplified by the fact that a car (a Mercedes-Benz) seemed to jump out of the bowl of drugs.
Motherfuck the ATF and the border patrol
I have no respect for law enforcement, especially the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives and Border Patrol.
Me and my amigos at the table shots of Don Julio
My friends and I are drinking a fancy tequila (Don Julio) while chilling at a table.
I fucked your bitch a week ago, But I ain't gonna fuck her no more
I had sex with your girlfriend recently, but I don't plan on doing it again.
I got the stacks under the mattress so I sleep with the dough
I keep my money (stacks) under my mattress, so I literally sleep with my wealth.
I got the keys stuffed in the wall so yeah I live with the coke
I keep the keys to my drug stash (coke) hidden in the wall of my home.
It's Bricksquad and I know you niggas mad cus you broke
I am part of the Bricksquad gang, and I know my haters are just angry because they are financially struggling.
You see my videos on the TV and he broke the remote
My music videos are so captivating that my haters' enthusiasm broke their remote control while changing the channel.
I'm like Pablo in his prime, Explain Shoulder deep with the snow
I am as successful as Pablo Escobar was during his peak, where he was heavily involved in the cocaine trade (represented as 'shoulder deep in the snow').
I read your paper work nigga man yall niggas some hoes
I have gone through your legal documents and realize you are lying, which makes you all cowardly individuals.
I been on some the fuck the world shit lately
I have been feeling very negative about the world and its inhabitants recently.
And I grind to get where I'm at
I work hard to maintain my status and wealth.
These niggas don't want to see you with these stacks
My haters do not want me to succeed financially.
I'm a fly nigga to be exact
I am successful and stylish, to be very specific.
I fuck fly bitches to be exact
I have sex with attractive women, to be very specific.
I got all eyes on me like Pac did
I have a lot of attention on me, similar to how Tupac did during his reign.
But I ain't trying to go broke like Joc did
I do not want to end up broke like rapper Yung Joc did.
I ain't trying to fuck my dealer did like Block did
I do not want to mess up my relationship with my drug supplier, like rapper Block did.
I'm trying to stack them free bands like like Rock did
I am trying to accumulate money without getting caught, like rapper Rock did.
Tell the truth I never thought that I get this big
Honestly, I never imagined I would become this successful.
I think I'm about to buy some choppers like TIP did
I am considering purchasing guns (choppers) like rapper T.I.P did.
I came in, flexing jewelry like Flip did
I entered the rap game with flashy jewelry like rapper Lil' Flip did.
Got ever penny out the 6's I swear I milked it
I made sure to profit as much as possible from my drug deals (6's referring to where I distribute.)
The Bricksquad shit I built it
I played an active role in establishing and growing the Bricksquad gang.
I put Flocka in the game and he killed it
I helped bring rapper Waka Flocka Flame into the rap scene and he greatly succeeded.
I did a song with Lil Wayne and I killed it
I collaborated with rapper Lil Wayne in a song and it was successful.
My only wish my nigga Dunk was here to rip shit.
I wish my friend (and fellow rapper) Dunk was still alive to make music with me.
My uncle Runnie died from smoking cane
My uncle died due to drug addiction (smoking cocaine).
My cousin suicidal, he blown out his brain
My cousin struggled with mental health and ultimately took his own life by shooting himself.
They gave my nigga 30 years, He in a chain gang
One of my friends was sentenced to 30 years in prison and has to work in a chain gang.
I just had to drop a 40 racks up on my ring
I recently spent 40,000 dollars on a ring.
I'm in Giuseppe's walking in the rain
I am walking in the rain while wearing designer shoes made by Giuseppe Zanotti.
I can't even help it I been through some things
I have experienced tough times that have shaped me as a person.
I put my heart in every verse and when I'm on that plane, I'm thanking God for all my watches, and all my chains
I truly express myself in every song, and when I travel on planes, I thank God for my material possessions (watches and chains).
I'm in Chanel and I'm in Ferragamos
I wear designer clothing and shoes by Chanel and Ferragamo.
These bitches know I'm worth these commas, they know I got that lumber
Women are aware that I am wealthy (worth a lot of money) and have a significant amount of drugs (represented by 'lumber').
And my lil sister just got out that coma
My younger sister has recovered from being in a coma.
That sickle cell hurtin her bones
My sister has sickle cell anemia, which causes her to have pain in her bones.
Free my nigga Bomma
One of my friends (whose nickname is Bomma) is currently in prison and I hope he gets released soon.
Contributed by Brayden B. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
@hassankahla_953
This song still good in 2023 so underatted
@Rocket_Tommy_
Big Facts
@michaelmiller7138
True
@WOAHWOAHDEE
Nah fosho
@user-ey3fs8bh5d
Here in 24 also
@tonyk174
You know that song is good, when it’s a first thing playing in your head, after you wake up
@leecoleman181
Swear I woke up singing it 😂😂 hunnit
@adrianduran9844
This song is so underrated. Better then most songs nowadays.🔥🔥🔥
@damianlucero8788
I can honestly feel this song rn
@Grandpaneedsblood
Same