Gucci Mane - Neva Had Shit Lyrics:
course...
(imma hood rich ni**a i aint neva had s**t i really aint s**t ni**as talkin bout me but dey really aint hit dey aint said s**t it dont make dollaz it dont make sense)...repeat twice
verse 1...
(i aint neva had s**t ni**a dats da truth rich kids in da scoll use to draw on my shoes name stay on the board four checks in chalk in detention cus da teacher say dat we cant talk car so rady dat my momma got so i juss walk i wish i had a nickel fa every fight i fought stealin candy out da store like i cant get caught juss a lil bad black boy it aint my fought after school snack serve man 4 pieces of bread grandaddy why yo i so got-damn red gotta real soft ass n a hard ass better mind f**kin manners boy dats wat he said)
course...
(imma hood rich ni**a i aint neva had s**t i really aint s**t ni**as talkin bout me but dey really aint hit dey aint said s**t it dont make dollaz it dont make sense)...repeat twice
verse 2...
(move to east atlanta at da age of 9 real cold winter 1989 my brther good at ball i cant play no sports dey wont let u pack yo ? on da b-ball court ? wit my daddy na things goin alright we a family na got da dope man nikes n da starter coke only ni**a in school wit da dope man rope pull da joint 2 times man im high already i like dem girls wit da braids n da high top chest ? tried to take it on da train but i juss couldnt let him)
course...
(imma hood rich ni**a i aint neva had s**t i really aint s**t ni**as talkin bout me but dey really aint hit dey aint said s**t it dont make dollaz it dont make sense)...repeat twice
verse 3...
(14 gettin drunk n a house party dey locked me up dey must have hide a half ounce on me momma mad as a mutha daddy let him b gucci mane raise me to b a straight up g na my daddy hustle had but he love sum liquir n my momma wanna leave em but she love da ni**a everything kinda change wen i turned sixteen got ole` skool regle wit da wit da crom back rees like a new born baby man dat bitch clean but da motor f**ked n da transmanine n its knockin don da street n mackmile parkin lot stright whoppin n a bankhead bounce 4 hoes 1 me hit da half n give me 2 dimes fa 15 in my to get rich by all means in da trap cus dis rap s**t was juss my dream)
course...
(imma hood rich ni**a i aint neva had s**t i really aint s**t ni**as talkin bout me but dey really aint hit dey aint said s**t it dont make dollaz it dont make sense)...repeat twice
(imma hood rich ni**a i aint neva had s**t i really aint s**t ni**as talkin bout me but dey really aint hit dey aint said s**t it dont make dollaz it dont make sense)...repeat twice
verse 1...
(i aint neva had s**t ni**a dats da truth rich kids in da scoll use to draw on my shoes name stay on the board four checks in chalk in detention cus da teacher say dat we cant talk car so rady dat my momma got so i juss walk i wish i had a nickel fa every fight i fought stealin candy out da store like i cant get caught juss a lil bad black boy it aint my fought after school snack serve man 4 pieces of bread grandaddy why yo i so got-damn red gotta real soft ass n a hard ass better mind f**kin manners boy dats wat he said)
course...
(imma hood rich ni**a i aint neva had s**t i really aint s**t ni**as talkin bout me but dey really aint hit dey aint said s**t it dont make dollaz it dont make sense)...repeat twice
verse 2...
(move to east atlanta at da age of 9 real cold winter 1989 my brther good at ball i cant play no sports dey wont let u pack yo ? on da b-ball court ? wit my daddy na things goin alright we a family na got da dope man nikes n da starter coke only ni**a in school wit da dope man rope pull da joint 2 times man im high already i like dem girls wit da braids n da high top chest ? tried to take it on da train but i juss couldnt let him)
course...
(imma hood rich ni**a i aint neva had s**t i really aint s**t ni**as talkin bout me but dey really aint hit dey aint said s**t it dont make dollaz it dont make sense)...repeat twice
verse 3...
(14 gettin drunk n a house party dey locked me up dey must have hide a half ounce on me momma mad as a mutha daddy let him b gucci mane raise me to b a straight up g na my daddy hustle had but he love sum liquir n my momma wanna leave em but she love da ni**a everything kinda change wen i turned sixteen got ole` skool regle wit da wit da crom back rees like a new born baby man dat bitch clean but da motor f**ked n da transmanine n its knockin don da street n mackmile parkin lot stright whoppin n a bankhead bounce 4 hoes 1 me hit da half n give me 2 dimes fa 15 in my to get rich by all means in da trap cus dis rap s**t was juss my dream)
course...
(imma hood rich ni**a i aint neva had s**t i really aint s**t ni**as talkin bout me but dey really aint hit dey aint said s**t it dont make dollaz it dont make sense)...repeat twice