Decapitated

I wanna thank God
 For opportunity, success
 Wealth and health
 My daddy name Gucci, he the Gucci Mane
 Honestly he turned me on to the ice game
 He fed the fam with 3 tops, that's the current game
 Well fuck you, who are you?
 You ain't God mane
 I fell out with my right hand man, he tried to top on me
 I guess it's clear we ain't homies like I think we homies
 I'm at the top and I swear to God, it's really lonely
 But I'm not coming down, no stoopin' down, I keep it movin'
 These young nigga's got no respect who make music
 Broke ass nigga never can get used to it
 And the bottom of sunvalley don't do it like the top do it
 Roll the crisp we hear AK's more than church music
 In this car, horse on the car, with the top off it
 Topless broads drivin, Gucci chargin' with no problem
 Head shot dead in the bushes with his head off
 Head cut off, those slick blood knocked off
 Decapitated (Huh?)
 Decapitated
 Decapitated (Bang), bow down
 Decapitated (It's Gucci)
 I know African's that cut off legs
 Jamaican's that cut off heads (What's up bumbaclot)
 This millionare still in the feds
 You in the county and you can't get outta jail nigga?
 Damn, that's so sad
 That's so bad
 You played out, JJ bad
 Mob ties put a head in your bed (horse head)
 You touch Guwop and they goin' mine and wrap yo head
 I got so much overhead, I gave him diamond bricks instead
 And I chumm without a charm, diamond chain and watch instead
 My grandad in house and I stay next door to Ned
 Cooking dope instead of eggs
 Hundred PT's in my fridge