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.”
Richer Than Errybody
Gucci Mane Lyrics
Jump to: Overall Meaning ↴ Line by Line Meaning ↴
Two bricks, he think he richer than errybody (haan)
Four bricks, he think he richer than errybody (uh)
Fresh out, he thinkin' 'bout robbin' errybody (yeah)
Fresh out, he thinkin' 'bout robbin' errybody (yeah)
Gucc' is a murder, he got dead bodies
Certified, he cook way better than errybody
He traumatised, he done seen too many dead bodies
I drop my top, I do the dance, I'm stuntin' on errybody
Drive the McLaren I'm bendin' corners (skrrt)
I ride through the six with that burner on me
I'ma get that lil' bitch and that's if I want her
I'ma nut in that hoe like a sperm donor (brr)
Sellin' drugs, got the feds on us (feds)
Brand new XD with the beam on it
I'm mixin' my blunt with that lean on it
Sippin' dirty, it's clean? Then I'on want it
My pocket filled with them dead bodies
Young boy thinkin' he richer than everybody
Nigga play with my shit? I'ma red dot him
That nigga start snitchin', the feds got him
Gotta eight of the Ac' in the baby bottle
Got a hundred round clip on the wooden chopper
He got him a brick and he started wylin'
He say he cook better than errybody (than errybody)
I'ma stay with the stick 'cause I know they watchin'
I'm droppin' a bag on errybody
Got a bitch from the eight wit' a wide body
I think that she fuckin' on errybody
'Til the day that I die, I'ma take narcotics
Bitch, I'm catchin' a cell on a PalmPilot
Got these diamonds all over my fucking body
Like he fucking with me? I'ma see about it
One brick, he think he richer than errybody
Two bricks, he think he richer than errybody (Two)
Four bricks, he think he richer than errybody (Four)
Fresh out, he thinkin' 'bout robbin' errybody
Fresh out, he thinkin' 'bout robbin' errybody
Gucc' is a murder, he got dead bodies (it's Gucci)
Certified, he cook way better than errybody
He traumatised, he done seen too many dead bodies
I ain't loving 'cause these bitches fuckin' errybody
I drop my top, I do the dance, I'm stuntin' on errybody
I'm from the zone six, so I seen a lotta dead bodies (yeah)
They drained Brooklet, and they brought out all them dead bodies
I got so rich, them haters got a lot to say about it (huh?)
These boys so broke, they need to go to church and pray about it (damn)
I bring that dope to Berman Hamptons, call it Gucci county (skrr, skrr)
They put some money on my head 'but they couldn't make the bounty
I was so fucking underground, don't even know how they found me (huh)
Feel like Obama when I move 'cause I keep soldiers 'round me
I'm not in the NBA but I be ballin' on bitches (ballin')
Gotta carry credit cards, my cash too big for my britches
Yeah I came up out the trenches, I don't fuck wit' no snitches (yeah)
Niggas stay trippin' 'til some of they friends come up missin' (guap)
You ain't never put out on a nigga, then lil' nigga, shut up (bitch)
I just rocked a sold out show
I performed for a hour and didn't put my gun up (lets go)
If a lil' nigga try me and send out a gun down
That nigga won't live to see sun up (uh uh)
Fuck your bitch and I tip her a hundred (yeah, yeah)
I show you how to muhfuckin' come up
If you add up my watch and my wrist and my fist
Before taxes, I spent a whole hundred (a hundred)
You can go and ask Johnny, he love it, every time he see me, he see money
I pulled up BET with my kids and my baby mama, they like "Ooh, he be thuggin'"
No, I'm just a real nigga with money
I keep one in the head of that bitch like a bundle
I'm too rich so I just had to switch up my number
You play and it's gon' be a murder like YB
I draw out, you see blood like it's YG (yeah)
I done told every nigga to try me (yeah)
Some people compare me to Gucci
I drop some new music and caught me a body
And I don't like hangin' with bitch ass niggas
You gotta be a dog to sit beside me
My boy got
One brick, he think he richer than errybody (my dog got)
Two bricks, he think he richer than errybody (that nigga got)
Four bricks, he think he richer than errybody
Fresh out, he thinkin' 'bout robbin' errybody
Fresh out, he thinkin' 'bout robbin' errybody
Gucc' is a murder, he got dead bodies
Certified, he cook way better than errybody
He traumatised, he done seen too many dead bodies
I ain't loving 'cause these bitches fuckin' errybody
I drop my top, I do the dance, I'm stuntin' on errybody (errybody)
The lyrics to Gucci Mane's song "Richer Than Errybody" depict someone who is obsessed with wealth and power. The singer believes that the more bricks (potentially referring to bricks of drugs or money) they own, the richer they are relative to others. Additionally, the singer mentions dead bodies multiple times, likely indicating involvement in criminal activity. Gucci Mane is also featured in the song and boasts about his cooking skills, claiming to cook better than everyone else. The song contains themes of violence, materialism, and competition.
The line "Fresh out, he thinkin' 'bout robbin' errybody" implies that the singer has just been released from jail and is already thinking about committing more crimes. Throughout the song, there are references to drugs, guns, and various criminal activities. The line "I'm too rich so I just had to switch up my number" suggests that the singer has become wealthy enough to need to change their phone number to avoid unwanted attention.
While the lyrics of this song may be unsettling to some, they reflect the realities of life for many people living in impoverished communities where violence and crime are prevalent. Gucci Mane often raps about his own struggles with addiction and brushes with the law, making his music a reflection of his own experiences and the experiences of those around him.
Line by Line Meaning
(Haan) one brick, he think he richer than errybody
If someone has one brick, they think they are wealthier than everyone else
Two bricks, he think he richer than errybody (haan)
If someone has two bricks, they think they are wealthier than everyone else
Four bricks, he think he richer than errybody (uh)
If someone has four bricks, they think they are wealthier than everyone else
Fresh out, he thinkin' 'bout robbin' errybody (yeah)
After just getting out of jail, one is thinking about stealing from others
Gucc' is a murder, he got dead bodies
Gucci Mane has killed people and had dead bodies
Certified, he cook way better than errybody
Gucci Mane is certified to cook food better than anyone
He traumatised, he done seen too many dead bodies
Gucci Mane is traumatized because he has seen too many dead bodies
I ain't loving 'cause these bitches fuckin' errybody
I am not interested in love because these women are having sex with everyone
I drop my top, I do the dance, I'm stuntin' on errybody
I am showing off and making everyone jealous
Drive the McLaren I'm bendin' corners (skrrt)
I am driving my McLaren and racing around corners
I ride through the six with that burner on me
I am riding through the streets with a gun
I'ma get that lil' bitch and that's if I want her
I will seduce that woman if I feel like it
I'ma nut in that hoe like a sperm donor (brr)
I will ejaculate inside of that woman like a sperm donor
Sellin' drugs, got the feds on us (feds)
We are selling drugs and the federal agents are pursuing us
Brand new XD with the beam on it
I have a brand new gun with a laser sight
I'm mixin' my blunt with that lean on it
I am mixing my marijuana joint with codeine cough syrup
Sippin' dirty, it's clean? Then I'on want it
I only want unclean drugs
My pocket filled with them dead bodies
I have lots of cash on me
Young boy thinkin' he richer than everybody
A young man believes he is wealthier than everyone else
Nigga play with my shit? I'ma red dot him
If someone messes with me, I will shoot them
That nigga start snitchin', the feds got him
If someone becomes an informant, the federal agents will catch him
Gotta eight of the Ac' in the baby bottle
I have eight ounces of acetaminophen mixed with codeine in a baby bottle
Got a hundred round clip on the wooden chopper
I have a gun with a hundred-round magazine
He got him a brick and he started wylin'
He obtained a brick of illegal drugs and started acting wild
I'ma stay with the stick 'cause I know they watchin'
I will keep a gun with me because I know the police are watching me
I'm droppin' a bag on errybody
I am spending a lot of money on everything
Got a bitch from the eight wit' a wide body
I have a woman from the 8th district with a curvy figure
I think that she fuckin' on errybody
I suspect that she is sleeping with many people
'Til the day that I die, I'ma take narcotics
I will continue to take drugs until the day I die
Bitch, I'm catchin' a cell on a PalmPilot
I am keeping track of everything on my PalmPilot
Got these diamonds all over my fucking body
I have many diamonds on my body
Like he fucking with me? I'ma see about it
If someone messes with me, I will deal with them
I'm from the zone six, so I seen a lotta dead bodies (yeah)
I am from zone six and have seen many dead bodies
They drained Brooklet, and they brought out all them dead bodies
They found many dead bodies when they drained Brooklet
I got so rich, them haters got a lot to say about it (huh?)
I am so wealthy that people have negative things to say about me
These boys so broke, they need to go to church and pray about it (damn)
These men are so poor that they should pray for help at church
I bring that dope to Berman Hamptons, call it Gucci county (skrr, skrr)
I am transporting drugs to Berman Hamptons and refer to it as Gucci county
They put some money on my head 'but they couldn't make the bounty
Someone put a bounty on me but was unable to pay it
I was so fucking underground, don't even know how they found me (huh)
I was very hidden but don't know how people were able to discover me
Feel like Obama when I move 'cause I keep soldiers 'round me
I feel like Obama because I am always surrounded by soldiers
I'm not in the NBA but I be ballin' on bitches (ballin')
I am not a basketball player, but I still outperform my competition
Gotta carry credit cards, my cash too big for my britches
I need to use credit cards because my cash is too much to carry
Yeah I came up out the trenches, I don't fuck wit' no snitches (yeah)
I came from a difficult situation and don't associate with informants
Niggas stay trippin' 'til some of they friends come up missin' (guap)
Some people remain foolish until some of their friends disappear
You ain't never put out on a nigga, then lil' nigga, shut up (bitch)
If you have never had sex with someone, you should not talk about it
I just rocked a sold out show
I just performed a show that was sold out
I performed for a hour and didn't put my gun up (lets go)
I performed for an hour while still carrying my gun
If a lil' nigga try me and send out a gun down
If someone tries to fight or threaten me, they will be shot
That nigga won't live to see sun up (uh uh)
That person will be killed before sunrise
Fuck your bitch and I tip her a hundred (yeah, yeah)
I had sex with your girlfriend and gave her a hundred dollars
I show you how to muhfuckin' come up
I will teach you how to become successful
If you add up my watch and my wrist and my fist
If you combine my watch, my wrist, and my fist
Before taxes, I spent a whole hundred (a hundred)
I spent one hundred dollars before taxes
You can go and ask Johnny, he love it, every time he see me, he see money
You can ask Johnny, he loves me because he sees me as a source of money
I pulled up BET with my kids and my baby mama, they like "Ooh, he be thuggin'"
I went to BET with my children and their mother, and people thought I was a thug
No, I'm just a real nigga with money
I am just a genuine person with money
I keep one in the head of that bitch like a bundle
I keep a bullet in the chamber of my gun
I'm too rich so I just had to switch up my number
I am too wealthy, so I had to change my phone number
You play and it's gon' be a murder like YB
If you mess with me, you will be killed like YB
I draw out, you see blood like it's YG (yeah)
If I shoot someone, they will bleed like YG
I done told every nigga to try me (yeah)
I have warned everyone to not mess with me
Some people compare me to Gucci
Some people compare me to Gucci Mane
I drop some new music and caught me a body
I released some new music and became successful
And I don't like hangin' with bitch ass niggas
I don't like being around weak people
You gotta be a dog to sit beside me
You need to be tough to hang out with me
My boy got
My friend has
One brick, he think he richer than errybody (my dog got)
If someone has one brick, they think they are wealthier than everyone else
Two bricks, he think he richer than errybody (that nigga got)
If someone has two bricks, they think they are wealthier than everyone else
Four bricks, he think he richer than errybody
If someone has four bricks, they think they are wealthier than everyone else
I drop my top, I do the dance, I'm stuntin' on errybody (errybody)
I showed off in my car and dance, making everyone jealous
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Kentrell Gaulden, Lexus Lewis, Radric Delantic Davis
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Gucci Mane
IT'S GUCCI
Everything Sweat
Skoochie!
Socaciu David
Ghaaaaamm
Stephen Hawes jr
how's married life
Alhabib Murabib
🥶🥶🥶
Alhabib Murabib
yes it is
scarlett dunn
This shit deserves a music video 100% 🔥
Gucci Mane go in soo hard on this right here, straight up BANGER! He aint like all them goofies and oppas who just be usin dat HIPVIEWS dawwwwt cawwwm jawwwwn to get mad exposure on them socials, SMH seem like anyone can glow up these days.
Rocket Nun But Steppin
They not een coo nomo
Darrius Williams
When Gucci said “these boys so broke they need to go to church and pray about it” I felt that hard
Marvin
🤣🤣🕊