Gucci Mane - Jessie Murph

I'm from Alabama, I'm 'bout 4'11''

I've got a shitty father, and I'd like to go to Heaven

Internally, I'm scrappy, but I'm afraid to fight

I prefer to keep my hoops in, so I stay in at night

They tell me not to falter, to tell 'em who I am

But I'm not fucking sure, I know I love shitty men

They normally contribute to the state that I'm in

This place that I'm in, this fucking state that I'm in

Sometimes in the morning, I feel bad when I get up

And I'll look around my house, and I'll look at all the stuff

And I get to feeling guilty and I think about my mom

I'm the first one in my family to see a million bucks

No, I don't wanna talk about it

I'd rather write my way around it

'Cause I don't wanna talk about it

No, I don't like the way it sounded

And I don't know no one around here

And I don't wanna talk about it

I don't wanna talk about it

I'm not much of a cooker, but I like to make my pasta

I throw it in the pot and I mix it with the thought of losing all I've ever had

Losing all I've ever fought for

And then I get high and I wonder what it's all for

I write songs about my father and the fucked up shit he did

But I take one out the chamber 'cause I'm learning to forgive

I would rather not throw him right up under the bus

Though I used to wish someday that he'd get hit by that bus

I would like to not be bitter and not take that back

And I prefer it sweet, but still I take my coffee black

And it's 4 in the morning and I wake up in a sweat

Paranoid that someone's there, it's only ever just the wind

No, I don't wanna talk about it

I wanna write my way around it

No, I don't wanna talk about it

No, I don't like the way it sounds

And I don't know no one around here

And I don't wanna talk about it

So now that I'm twenty and I'm trying to figure out

What the hell to do with love and what the hell to do without

I walk in with my head high, I feel like a tall child

I sampled Lemonade and made Gucci Mane proud