Tragedy

[Intro]

Huh

Lord knows I don't wanna be (It's Gucci)

Big Gucci, 1017

(Holiday Season)

[Chorus]

Lord knows I don't wanna be

In the penitentiary

But that is my reality

That shit might be a tragedy

I'll be right back smoking weed

Chilling with the family

'Cause that is my reality

That shit might be a tragedy (Holiday season, ayy!; Tragic)

Squad

[Verse 1 (False Start)]

I'm starting off my week with a quarter boat (Strong)

That stupid strong and I won't sell a quarter O (Holiday Season)

I got 5-0 mad cause I'm infamous (Huh)

Fuck fame, strippers love me, ask infamou-

[DJ Drop: Gucci Mane & DJ Holiday]

Back to work nigga!

I know y'all niggas miss this shit! (Huh)

Guess you gotta push them mixtapes back now, huh? (Lord knows I don't wanna be; It's Gucci)

DJ Holiday, Gucci Mane, we workin'! (Big Gucci, 1017; Holiday Season)

[Chorus]

Lord knows I don't wanna be

In the penitentiary

But that is my reality

That shit might be a tragedy

I'll be right back smoking weed

Chilling with the family

'Cause that is my reality

That shit might be a tragedy (Holiday season, shrimps; Tragic)

Squad

[Verse 2]

I'm startin' off my week with a quarter boat (Strong)

That stupid strong and I won't sell a quarter O (Damn)

I got 5-0 mad cause I'm infamous (Huh)

Fuck fame, strippers love me, ask Infamous (Squad)

Fuck no, I ain't working for the minimum (It's Gucci)

I'm going in, every weekend is a cinema (Squad)

So get a Coke, hot dog and some candy bars

I'm from the 6 but my dick done been in movie stars

I'm so high right now, I want to buy the bar

Let everybody in free, I'm bringing all my cars

And I don't wanna be locked up, hell no (No, no)

But who wakes up, really wanna sell dope

[Chorus]

Lord knows I don't wanna be

In the penitentiary

But that is my reality

That shit might be a tragedy

I'll be right back smoking weed

Chilling with the family

'Cause that is my reality

That shit might be a tragedy ([?], 'scuse me; Tragic)

Squad

[Verse 3]

Excuse me for being gangsta, I'm crazy

Excuse me for being gangsta, I'm crazy

Excuse me for being gangsta, I'm crazy

I couldn't have been a sissy

Mama wouldn't have fed me

I'm all-red in a beamer countin' 'fetti

I'm reminiscing 18 with the Chevy

I'm deadly with a tool like Freddy

Not Jackson, Krueger, you smell me?

And no push-ups, just cook-ups (Skr, skr, skr)

No lay-ups, just caked up

E A GA got bakers

The Eastside, Candler Road, through Decatur

I'm going hard for the squad, I'm the major

Anything move here, Gucci paid for

[Chorus]

Lord knows I don't wanna be

In the penitentiary

But that is my reality

That shit might be a tragedy

I'll be right back smoking weed

Chilling with the family

'Cause that is my reality

That shit might be a tragedy (Tragic)

Squad

[Outro: DJ Holiday]

Zone 6, you know we got you!

Glenwood, Candler Road, Bouldercrest, what up?