Muscles N My Hand Gucci Mane

[Hook]
Bitch, I'm Gucci Mane, I'm the crack selling man
I get muscles in my hand from that fork in the pan
Every gram I got a profit, gotta stick with the plan
I'm the general, niggas follow my chain of command
Bitch, I'm Gucci Mane, I'm the crack selling man
I get muscles in my hand from that fork in the pan
Every gram I got a profit, gotta stick with the plan
I'm the general, niggas follow my chain of command

[Verse 1]
Though I'm not signed to Universal or Priority
I bet a million Gucci blow up 'fore 2003
I lay my verse with no rehearsal then head back to the street
Don't need no video commercial, just my mic and a beat
And I can't fall off, like a cat, I'm gon' stay on my feet
Pick up a rat and put a track under her passenger seat
I'm a convicted felon trafficking a package of beef
So if the po-po try to snatch me, she gon' catch all the heat
The rap game is overcrowded so I must maintain
Sell a nickel, sell a brick or sell a bitch some game
I keep junkies sucking glass dicks 'cause shits the same
I got junkies burning mad shit for hits of 'cain
Gucci Mane, and I don't really know how to rap
But I know how to cook that cake up, how to fuck up the trap
I know how to weigh that yay up, how to catch any cap
I'm still trapping in Decatur, bitch, that crest on the map