Real Songtext
von Gucci Mane

(Pooh, you a fool for this one)
(Go Grizz)

From the north to the south, from the hard to the soft
From the tails to the law, I′m a real deal boss
From a crumb to a brick, from a zip to a split
From a bird to the bricks, I'm the real deal shit

From the north to the south, from the hard to the soft
From the tails to the law, I′m a real deal boss (it's Gucci)
From a crumb to a brick, from a zip to a split
From a bird to the bricks, I'm the real deal shit

Cutlass with the buttless, ′Rari 2026
20 years later, nigga, still in the mix
I don′t owe a nigga nothing, but I'm stepping in the Ricks
And I don′t fuck with Joe Budden 'cause he be on a nigga dick

Jacob watch, one million dollars, that′s what's on my wrist (it′s Gucci)
How I dropped the whole label, but he still rich?
I don't want no bougie ho, I need a hood bitch
And I don't want that old, I need that young, raw shit


And better nobody, nobody fuck with my bricks (huh?)
Million-dollar nigga, still fucking thot shit
Jackers got my trail, pushing like a mosh pit
And shawty want some love, but I just want that ostrich

From the north to the south, from the hard to the soft
From the tails to the law, I′m a real deal boss
From a crumb to a brick, from a zip to a split
From a bird to the bricks, I′m the real deal shit

From the north to the south, from the hard to the soft
From the tails to the law, I'm a real deal boss
From a crumb to a brick, from a zip to a split
From a bird to the bricks, I′m the real deal shit

I'm laughing at you suckas, y′all got funny money, buster
I gave that bitch a hint to leave, but I didn't wanna rush her
Choppas straight from Russia, country boy, came from Augusta
Pack cleared customs, now everything custard
I don′t care about none of these niggas, I don't discuss them
Used to be a good girl, now that bitch disgusting (yeah)
What happened to that big mouth nigga? (Shh), I hushed him
Nigga thought he was untouchable 'til I touched him


And better nobody, nobody fuck with my bricks (it′s Gucci)
Million-dollar nigga, still fucking thot shit (huh?)
Jackers got my trail, pushing like a mosh pit
And shawty want some love, but I just want that ostrich

From the north to the south, from the hard to the soft
From the tails to the law, I′m a real deal boss (it's Gucci)
From a crumb to a brick, from a zip to a split
From a bird to the bricks, I′m the real deal shit

From the north to the south, from the hard to the soft (yeah)
From the tails to the law, I'm a real deal boss
From a crumb to a brick, from a zip to a split
From a bird to the bricks, I′m the real deal shit (wow)