So this is the end of the story

Start selling weed for my brother, the age was eleven

Thirty off a hundred dollars he working the shipments

Seventh grade Christmas time, momma gave me a fifty

I spent that fifty with the dope man, he gave me two fifties

I owed a fifty but I trapped and I paid him so quickly

I had them dimes so big junkies callin' me biggie

I moved out, paying rent was such a good feeling

I hit a lick, thirty grand fell out of the ceiling

I’m in Savannah and my **** like king of the city

In Alabama with them hammers they plotting to get me

These suckers tried to take my life on a couple occasions

Been grinding hard, thirty years, never took a vacation

And ever since seventeen, been stuck on probation

I chased a ****, stabbed his ass now they calling me Jason

I fell out with my homeboy, I swear it was crazy

And we don't really know each other, but having a baby

I travelled all around the world been plenty of places

I'm Gucci, trashbag cash got plenty of faces

In Sun Valley, trapping hard like back in the Eighties

I leave with eighty, spend at least thirty grand in the station

I lost my **** Dunk and no one will ever replace him

In Gucci's eyes he will always be one of the greatest

I lost my **** Dunkin and no one will ever replace him

In Gucci's eyes he will always be one of the greatest

So this is the end of the story