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.”
I Get The Bag feat. Migos
Gucci Mane Lyrics
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It's Drop Top (skrrt)
Wizop, ooh (skrrt)
You get the bag and fumble it
I get the bag and flip it and tumble it (yeah)
Straight out the lot, three hundred cash (cash)
And the car came with a blunt in it (yeah)
And she gon' fuck up a bag (yeah)
Pull up to the spot, livin' too fast (yeah)
Droppin' the dope in the stash (yah)
In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me (ooh, brrt, ayy)
Drop the top when it's cold (drop top)
But you feel the heat (skrrt, yah, ayy)
Be real with me, keep it one hunnid (whoa)
Just be real with me (ayy)
Eat it up like it's a feast (whoa, eat it up)
They say the dope on fleek (yep)
Percocet pill on me (Percocet)
Ice on my neck, baby, chill with me (ice)
Them niggas that post in the back don't say nothin'
Them niggas will kill for me
Back ends I count in my sleep, on fleek
100K spent on a Patek Phillippe (Phillippe)
Bitch, I'm a dog, eat my treat (hrr)
Hop out the frog and leap (leap)
I put them bricks in the fender
My bitch, she walk around like she Kris Jenner (Kris Jenner)
I used to break and then enter
Then Takeoff run 'em like the game of temple (whew)
It's simple, I play with her mental
Mama said she saw me on Jimmy Kimmel (mama)
Count it up, 'cause I'm a money symbol
Walkin' with the racks, I'm lookin' crippled (money)
Fuck on that bitch then I tip her (tip her)
A nickel for me to take pictures (nickel)
Not from L.A. but I clip her (brr)
Double my cup, pour a triple (Actavis)
Fox on my body, no Vivica (fox on my)
I'm not your average or typical (I'm not your)
Look at my wrist, and it's critical (look at the)
Hold it up, droppin' the temperature (droppin' the)
I get that bag on the regular (bag)
I got a bag on my cellular (brr)
Backin' up, baggin' up vegetables (bag)
Bag of them cookies, it's medical (cookies)
Cocaine, codeine, etcetera (white)
Cocaine and lean, it's federal (white)
I take off, landin' on Nebula
As of now 20 M's on my schedule (Takeoff)
You get the bag and fumble it
I get the bag and flip it and tumble it (yeah)
Straight out the lot, three hundred cash (cash)
And the car came with a blunt in it (yeah)
Lil mama a thot, and she got ass (thot)
And she gon' fuck up a bag (yeah)
Pull up to the spot, livin' too fast (yeah)
Droppin' the dope in the stash (yah)
In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me (ooh, brr, ayy)
Drop the top when it's cold (drop top)
But you feel the heat (skrrt, yah, ayy)
Be real with me, keep it one hunnid (whoa)
Just be real with me (it's Gucci, ayy)
Eat it up like it's a feast (hah, whoa, eat it up)
They say the dope on fleek (yep)
I know that these niggas gettin' sick of me (eww-ah)
These chains on my neck cost a mil' a piece (umm)
I don't even like to freestyle for free
I put in the key and I ride the beat (whirr)
I won't even come out the house for free
I pay a nigga to drive for me (huh?)
Jay-Z couldn't even co-sign for me
I do what I want, 'cause I'm signed to me (damn)
I get the, I get the, I get the bag
They get the bag, had to cut it in half (whoa)
Stop the comparin', y'all makin' me laugh
Need the rehab, I'm addicted to cash (Gucci)
Convertible Wop, convertible top
My dope got a vertical, look at it hop
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, and it jump out the pot (pot)
Came out of jail and went straight to the top
Take it easy, baby, middle of summer, I'm freezin', baby (burr)
Don't leave me, baby
Just drop to your knees and please me, baby (don't)
I'm fascinated, two bitches so fine that I masturbated (hah)
Congratulations, she brain me so good that I graduated (wow)
They had to hate it
I don't fuck with them niggas, they plastic, baby (heh)
A trapper baby, I rap but own all my masters, baby
It's tragic, baby, I pull up and fuck up the traffic, baby (hah)
A savage, baby
I'm killin' these niggas, closed casket, baby (ayy, Wop)
You get the bag and fumble it
I get the bag and flip it and tumble it (yeah)
Straight out the lot, three hundred cash (cash)
And the car came with a blunt in it (yeah)
Lil mama a thot, and she got ass (thot)
And she gon' fuck up a bag (yeah)
Pull up to the spot, livin' too fast (yeah)
Droppin' the dope in the stash (yah)
In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me (ooh, brr, ayy)
Drop the top when it's cold (drop top)
But you feel the heat (skrrt, yah, ayy)
Be real with me, keep it one hunnid (whoa)
Just be real with me (ayy)
Eat it up like it's a feast (whoa, eat it up)
They say the dope on fleek (yep)
In the song "I Get The Bag," Gucci Mane features the rap group Migos. The verses talk about how Gucci and Migos are successful in the music industry and the overall theme is about accumulating wealth and success.
The song opens with Gucci Mane, who has a notable "skrrt" ad-lib, talking about "getting the bag." The bag is a metaphor for money or success. He talks about how he flips and tumbles the bag, which means that he doesn't just get money, but he knows how to invest and make more money from it. The song also talks about the lavish lifestyle they live and the expensive items they possess, like a Patek Philippe watch and a car with blunt in it.
Migos join in the chorus to stress the point that while others may get the bag and fumble, they're able to flip and tumble it, making more money out of it. The verse also talks about some of the struggles they faced on their way to success, like being in jail, but they overcame these obstacles to get to where they are now.
Overall, "I Get The Bag" is about flaunting their wealth and success, but it's also a message about being hardworking and smart with investments.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Joshua Luellen, Kiari Cephus, Kirsnick Ball, Leland Tyler Wayne, Quavious Keyate Marshall, Radric Delante Davis
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@akirascarman
Seriously can't believe takeoff is gone this verse will go down as one of his greatest he is literally the originator of migos sound he is so fucking smooth . Rip man
@seismic6435
Not really, that would be Lord Infamous in the late 80s. Migos reintroduced and popularized the flow to Gen Z
@yunggoon1312
This is one of his best if not his best verse of all time
@bboost9249
His best verse is 100% in cross the country. 1:30 min straight bars
@blancasalazar4025
@@yunggoon1312 absolutely correct !!!! RIP LORD INFAMOUS
@ag2407
@@bboost9249 Bro I was just listening to that song because it was the first Migos song I’ve ever heard and takeoff smoked everyone.it wasn’t even close
@tgkrishnan2812
I remember this time period where migos were constantly dropping hits
@LohKeii
Yeah man. Now they not even on the radio
@atlshoota
Got to take time to spend all that money
@Zeru.
Their latest song slaps, ngl. But I get what you saying