Song Lyrics

Waist deep up shit creek, tryna' come up but the slope too steep
What you kill what you eat
What you sow what you reap
What you learn what you teach
What you see you repeat
W-I-Z-O-P, Wizop
Hmm, start over

I'm the T-R-A-P-G-O-D
In the A with an FN H on me
Know the feds want to build another case on me
Eight Hunnid' got a nigga whole safe on me
And I'm marching with the bands, FAMU on me
It's a battle of the bands in the VIP
And she say she go to Clark but she dance at Tease
I dare anybody here to put their hands on me?
Heard the stick up kids want to kidnap me
Got a Sig on me, are you kidding me?
A little freak lied and tried to put a kid on me
And my own homeboys called the pigs on me
But my faith got stronger and my money grew longer
Sold all my artists now, Gucci Mane a fucking loner
I'm a part time rapper, I'm a full time owner
Breaking rules and bending corners
Crack your head with a Corona

Pick up the pieces, pick up the pieces
When it all falls apart we pick up the pieces
Pick up the pieces, pick up the pieces
Just hit the streets, hit my jeweler and pick up the pieces
Pick up the pieces, pick up the pieces
Break a brick down then pick up the pieces
Pick up the pieces, pick up the pieces
When it all falls apart we pick up the pieces

I got a FN H on side of me
Case my enemies feel they want to ride on me
'Bout to throw up in this club, all this Ace inside of me
Bad bitch in front of me, these weak ho's can't front on me
Ugly ho's can't sell pussy, rich niggas can't f*ck for free
Bad lil' standing in VIP, we run off in luxury
Throwing money ain't nothing to me
I'm just giving these broke ho's something to see
2Pac All Eyez On Me, 2Chainz yeah, Feds Watching me
Too live crew, Gucci two times hit one too many bitch and I might be
Haters talking don't worry me, all they do is encourage me
I'm a worldwide executive, neighborhood celebrity
Ain't nothing in this world gon' stop me from getting currency
These bad bitches cherish me, lil' niggas look up to me
Put my AP and my Rollie on when they bury me
Scared of me, you better be
Tell me who ain't heard of me
I just offed another hundred piece, bought a watch for eighty G

Pick up the pieces, pick up the pieces
When it all falls apart we pick up the pieces
Pick up the pieces, pick up the pieces
Just hit the streets, hit my jeweler and pick up the pieces
Pick up the pieces, pick up the pieces
Break a brick down then pick up the pieces
Pick up the pieces, pick up the pieces
When it all falls apart we pick up the pieces

Radric Delantic Davis, Willie Jerome Byrd, Xavier L. Dotson