Back in ’95

By Gucci Mane

On Trap Back

Released on February 5, 2012

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[Produced by Sonny Digital]


[Chrous]

When I first started back in 1995

I wasn't moving keys, I was buying 1.5's

I started coming up, junkies recognized my face

Paid a quarter million dollars just to beat a murder case

They used to run up on me be like, "Gucci, what you know?"

I tell them, "Get this glass, and get the fuck away from me ho!"

And everywhere I go, it became an instant cut

Cause they knew had them 20's and them big fat monkey nuts


[Verse 1]

Can't be scared of the dark when you come from Mountain Park

Shooting dice and playing cards, selling blow all at the park

Had a crush on your sister, but I used to serve your mama

Breaking 50s down to dimes was my job for the summer

And my job for the winter cooking bricks all in the kitchen

Junkies dead at the car wash cause I heard that they was snitching

Dope jumping out the gym, man it helped me buy my Timbs

Dope fiend Willie used to finger fuck my rims

Smokers didn't know my name so they used to call me Black

If you beep me for a 20, bet ya I'mma call you back

She on the dope man dick cause I'm a nigga with a sack

I'm the hustler of the year, and I know that for a fact


[Chrous]

When I first started back in 1995

I wasn't moving keys, I was buying 1.5's

I started coming up, junkies recognized my face

Paid a quarter million dollars just to beat a murder case

They used to run up on me be like, "Gucci, what you know?"

I tell them, "Get this glass, and get the fuck away from me ho!"

And everywhere I go, it became an instant cut

Cause they knew had them 20's and them big fat monkey nuts


[Verse 2]

Price so low that they call me thrift store

Standing at the store and I'm selling yayo

Bought a brick yesterday, got a 4-way to go

On the 5-way, everything gotta go

50 on the table, 100 on the floor

Middle of the summer, bruh I'mma make it snow

Like a Chia Pet, my money gon' grow

Still serving niggas through my burglar bars door

Jordace Jeans and a little afro

8-Ball jacket and a pair of Stan Smiths

I don't deal credit, that's how niggas get killed

And if you gotta tip, then your car getting peeled

17 going to the 5-5-9

Like a blind man, I don't see no lying

13 when a nigga did his first crime

18 when a nigga bought his first 9

If I'm lying, I'm flying, and I show ain't flying

Cooking up dope cause the J's keep buying

Robbers do lurk and I know they trying

Try Gucci Mane and you gon' be dying

Let me take you back in time

Let Gucci Mane refresh your mind

I'm a dope boy, stay on my grind

A good plug is so hard to find


[Hook]