Gucci Mane feat. Rocko - Pardon Me Lyrics

(Intro – Gucci Mane)
Drop Top
Wizop
Wordplay

(Verse 1 – Gucci Mane)
A ni**a so fly that I should have been a pilot
I know a ni**a rap but I could have been a stylist
Feel like a jeweler cause I rock so many diamonds, bling
Could never run for president, my past too violent
Fam so broke that I had to start grinding
Why I’m looking bummy? Everybody else shining
Turned into a burgler and did a couple break-ins
Started as a corner boy, then turned into a kingpin
Walking in Magic looking like I were El Chapo
Hot damn Gucci, that’s a cold-blooded Hublot
I can’t even f**k with one hoe, I need two
And you ain’t need a…I don’t need you
Jumping out a car with no roof in a suit hoe
What type of ni**a do the s**t that I do hoe?
Started as a group, but I’m so dope I went solo
Get your a** knocked off and call it free promo
Chopper make a ni**a back crack like Romo
Gucci go hard on a bi**h, no homo
Pull up in an 18 wheeler, me dolo
Feeling like Sosa was born to move yayo

(Chorus – Rocko)
Life’s about taking risks
I told my baby pray for me, I’m tryna be all I can be
Put my pants on just like you, so why you envy me?
I’m just tryna be all I can be
I’m tryna live out my dreams, if I offend you, pardon me
I’m just tryna be all I can be
I’m just tryna see all that I can see
Never mind me, I’m tryna be all I can be

(Verse 2 – Rocko)
Ay, they wanna know, how does it feel to be a star?
How’s it feel to ride around the house for your car?
How does it feel to not have to sell that raw?
I’m told em I’m way more paranoid cause now they hate me more
They say, Rock, how does it feel to be last of a dying breed?
You pump life into these streets, they were in dying need
Off that real s**t, that softest, that uncut, that raw
That sh*t that they jam to everyday when they jump up
The law, the word, they meet me in the AM
My voice I bring the gate in, in the evenings, still beating me
Hit the club still playing, still playing when they leaving
How does that make you feel?
It feels good, they believe me
They receive me, I am how they perceive me
I put my soul into these lyrics, listen, you will hear it
Backseat Mulsanne, Drop Top and the don
Where would the streets be without the Trap God and the don?

(Verse 3 – Gucci Mane)
F**k your CEO and tell em King Gucci said that
Cause I ain’t never ever hit a lick and brought the bread back
That’s your CEO? We used to gamble for his contract
I damn near lost his first three albums playing blackjack
Standing in the trap, catching J’s in my wavecap
Capping bout none of these ni**as rapping bout a fake trap
Call Ghostbusters cause these ni**as selling ghost crack
Point em to the kitchen and the ni**a need a roll
Put me in the kitchen and I might just bring a hoe back
Put a hole in a ni**a head, tell him hold that
This that eggbeater music, get it out the bowl rap
This that wife beater music, sell it while it wet rap
You a d*ck rider and I never will respect that
Came out, took my set back, I know they didn’t expect that
Gucci worth eight figures, but he tryna stretch that
My partner turned informer on me, I never woulda guessed that