[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 n***a!
I know y'all n***as 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?