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.”
Miracle
Gucci Mane Lyrics
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Yeah it’s a motherfuckin' miracle
I make a half to a whole one
Yeah that’s a motherfuckin' miracle
Broke nigga turn a million now
Yeah it’s a motherfuckin' miracle
Got 26’s on my vehicles
And it’s a motherfuckin' miracle
Now I ain't motherfuckin' lyrical
Got 54’s in my living room
My bedroom is the chicken room
I’m eatin' like it’s Thanksgiving fool
And I do it like a nigga do
I rap up but I pull the trigger too
Your best bet, get a bigger crew
I’m playin' chess while you shootin' pool
Make your next move, be your best move
Run up on Guwap, I’ma let loose
What you mad for, nigga I’m upset too
They say yellow jewelry jeweler in the restroom
On the top a nigga hit you with a bar stool
You the type of bitch that make-up, wear a costume
You little boys better go and watch some cartoons
'Cause I’m my own man, nigga I’m my own goon
And I swear I got a whip game incredible
God take my breath now if I’m scared of you
I turn your best friend to a fuckin' vegetable
But I’ma stop talkin', I ain’t tryna lecture you
I’m the president, nigga it’s election year
EA dictator, ain’t no re-elections here
Spectator nigga, test that’s ahead of you
Before I dap you up, I'd rather wet you up
It’s a motherfuckin' miracle
Yeah it’s a motherfuckin' miracle
I make a half to a whole one
Yeah that’s a motherfuckin' miracle
Broke nigga turn a million now
Yeah it’s a motherfuckin' miracle
Got 26’s on my vehicles
And it’s a motherfuckin' miracle
AK’s, ain’t no pistols here
And we gon' wet you up here
Now is a motherfuckin' miracle
How I put a hundred bands in one ear
I got 2 on, 2 hundred bands in my ear
Who this nigga here, standing mighty close to my rear, I’m just keepin' it real
I’ll go shoot his ass and his rear, damage my career
Hundred bands make me stand here
Diamonds come from Sears
Bitch I’m just playin', I appear, diamonds crystal clear
Oh you you got them bands, OK dear, we gon' milk you here
Might be broke, I tattoo tears, and no M & M’s
I’ma throw that boy in that blood, I need ?
Guwap set up shop anywhere, anytime ho
Thugga come with blocks anywhere, any kind ho
Green bells, white bells, oh that smell, yeah that smell
Very rare, we everywhere
You never dare, you in a wheelchair
I’ll take that bitch, slut that bitch
Fuck that bitch, suck that bitch
Send that bitch back to you dead broke, she like money in men
Suck you like a tick for your paper
Just to bring it back to me
She like when I shine like a glacier
My pinky rings are equator
My cups ain't no maper, I meant maple
Apple juice, purple, baby bottles, gerbler
I mean Gerber, kill shit, murder, sipper
? it’s a motherfuckin' miracle, I’m lyrical
It’s a motherfuckin' miracle
Yeah it’s a motherfuckin' miracle
I make a half to a whole one
Yeah that’s a motherfuckin' miracle
Broke nigga turn a million now
Yeah it’s a motherfuckin' miracle
Got 26’s on my vehicles
And it’s a motherfuckin' miracle
The lyrics to "Miracle" by Gucci Mane featuring Young Thug revolve around the theme of success and the journey towards achieving it. The song glorifies the journey from being broke to wealthy and emphasizes the amount of hard work and dedication required to make it happen. The opening lines of the song, "It's a motherfuckin' miracle, Yeah it's a motherfuckin' miracle, I make a half to a whole one, Yeah that's a motherfuckin' miracle," showcase the amazement of the artist at how far he has come.
In the next verse, Gucci Mane emphasizes the difference in his current lifestyle, which includes lavish living and owning expensive vehicles, from his previous life before he made it big. The lyrics "Got 26's on my vehicles, And it's a motherfuckin' miracle" show the extent of the artist's successful journey.
Young Thug's verse focuses on him being in his own league as an artist and seemingly unconcerned about anyone else. His lyrics suggest that he's highly skilled at what he does, and he’s not afraid to show it. Young Thug mentions that he can handle anything that comes his way and that he doesn't hesitate when it comes to taking action. He ends his verse on the note that he is his own man and is highly confident in his abilities.
In conclusion, the song is about the miraculous concepts of hard work and dedication and what can be achieved when someone believes in themselves, puts in the work and refuses to give up.
Line by Line Meaning
It’s a motherfuckin' miracle
I can't believe how lucky I am
Yeah it’s a motherfuckin' miracle
Seriously, it's mind-blowing
I make a half to a whole one
I turn half of something into a whole of something
Yeah that’s a motherfuckin' miracle
It's still hard for me to believe
Broke nigga turn a million now
An impoverished person now has a million dollars
Got 26’s on my vehicles
My cars have 26-inch rims
And it’s a motherfuckin' miracle
Again, it's just unbelievable
Now I ain't motherfuckin' lyrical
I'm not trying to be a great wordsmith
Got 54’s in my living room
My TV is huge
My bedroom is the chicken room
I sleep in the same room as my birds
I’m eatin' like it’s Thanksgiving fool
I'm eating a lot and enjoying it
And I do it like a nigga do
I do it in my own way
I rap up but I pull the trigger too
I'm both a rapper and a shooter
Your best bet, get a bigger crew
If you want to challenge me, gather more people
I’m playin' chess while you shootin' pool
I'm thinking ahead strategically while you're wasting time
Make your next move, be your best move
Think carefully about your next move
Run up on Guwap, I’ma let loose
If you come near me, I'll attack
What you mad for, nigga I’m upset too
I understand why you're angry, but I am as well
They say yellow jewelry jeweler in the restroom
There's a rumor that a jeweler with yellow jewelry is in the bathroom
On the top a nigga hit you with a bar stool
If you mess with me, someone might hit you with a bar stool
You the type of bitch that make-up, wear a costume
You're fake and wear a lot of makeup and costumes
You little boys better go and watch some cartoons
You're immature and should watch some cartoons
'Cause I’m my own man, nigga I’m my own goon
I'm independent and don't need anyone else
And I swear I got a whip game incredible
I'm really good at driving
God take my breath now if I’m scared of you
I'm not afraid of anyone
I turn your best friend to a fuckin' vegetable
If you mess with me, your friend will be injured
But I’ma stop talkin', I ain’t tryna lecture you
I'll stop now, I'm not trying to lecture you
I’m the president, nigga it’s election year
I'm in charge and it's an important year
EA dictator, ain’t no re-elections here
I'm a dictator with no need for re-elections
Spectator nigga, test that’s ahead of you
I'm watching you, waiting for you to make a mistake
Before I dap you up, I'd rather wet you up
I'd rather shoot you than shake your hand
AK’s, ain’t no pistols here
We only have AK's, no pistols
And we gon' wet you up here
We're going to shoot you here
How I put a hundred bands in one ear
I have a lot of money and it's in my ear
I got 2 on, 2 hundred bands in my ear
I have two headphones and each one has $200,000
Who this nigga here, standing mighty close to my rear, I’m just keepin' it real
Who is this guy standing so close? I'm just being honest
I’ll go shoot his ass and his rear, damage my career
I'll shoot him, but that would hurt my career
Hundred bands make me stand here
Having money is the reason I'm here
Diamonds come from Sears
My diamonds aren't very good quality
Bitch I’m just playin', I appear, diamonds crystal clear
I'm just kidding, my diamonds are actually really clear
Oh you you got them bands, OK dear, we gon' milk you here
Oh, you have money? We'll take it from you
Might be broke, I tattoo tears, and no M & M’s
I might not have a lot of money, but I have teardrop tattoos and no candy
I’ma throw that boy in that blood, I need ?
I'll kill someone and I need something (not specified)
Guwap set up shop anywhere, anytime ho
I can establish a business anywhere and anytime
Thugga come with blocks anywhere, any kind ho
Young Thug can go anywhere with any type of gun
Green bells, white bells, oh that smell, yeah that smell
Different types of marijuana, they all smell good
Very rare, we everywhere
Our product is rare but we're still everywhere
You never dare, you in a wheelchair
You're too scared to mess with us, you might end up in a wheelchair
I’ll take that bitch, slut that bitch
I'll take your girl and treat her badly
Fuck that bitch, suck that bitch
I'll have sex with her and make her perform oral sex
Send that bitch back to you dead broke, she like money in men
I'll send her back to you with no money, but she still only cares about money
Suck you like a tick for your paper
She's only interested in you for your money
Just to bring it back to me
She'll give me the money she takes from you
She like when I shine like a glacier
She's attracted to my shiny things
My pinky rings are equator
My rings are so big that they go around my whole finger
My cups ain't no maper, I meant maple
My cups are made of maple wood, not maps
Apple juice, purple, baby bottles, gerbler
Different types of drugs
I mean Gerber, kill shit, murder, sipper
I meant Gerber baby bottles, but I still kill people and drink
I’m lyrical
I actually am a good wordsmith
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: JESSE RUTHERFORD, LAUREN EVANS, LEWIS HUGHES, NICHOLAS AUDINO
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@robertlettjr6012
One of Gucci mane best album of all time.
@htatesil4192
😂mixtape
@mooseskuimet2638
@@htatesil4192should’ve been an album 😔
@mrboss20ten
This it the first song I've ever heard from Young Thug
@johnmcnally9933
I hated thug in this song when i first heard it. Now i like it, shits crazy like that
@mitchellcruz8217
same here
@mitchellcruz8217
same here
@allyal4924
faxts
@fullgsmsoroksar9943
First and the best
@chadhowland9787
You can hear the Lil Wayne influence pretty distinctly in the second half of Thugs verse.