The Autobiography of Gucci Mane by Gucci Mane & Neil Martinez-Belkin

Author:Gucci Mane & Neil Martinez-Belkin
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Simon & Schuster

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LEMON

The last time I was in Fulton County—before and after I got sent to the hole—I’d been placed in a segregated part of the jail because of my status as a known rapper. But it was full of snitches and people with high-profile cases, as mine was. My placement there was at the request of my attorneys, who were convinced someone trying to make a name for themselves would target me. And they were right; I’d been targeted.

Regardless of whether it was a smart precaution, being in there was a problem. It did not sit well with me that I was this gangster rapper talking about hitting licks and moving bricks in my music, but then I was hiding with rats when I got locked up. I wanted to be treated like everyone else. So when I returned to Fulton County in the fall of 2008, I signed a waiver to be in general population.

There were daily fights, stabbings, and even a shooting during that stint. But as vicious as that place was, I never had any issues there after the incisor incident in ’05. For the most part I found that people respected me. Those who didn’t knew better than to test me. It would not have been a good idea. I was already fuming over getting locked up on some bullshit. If anyone tried to approach or handle me in any type of way, it would not have been a move that would end in their favor. If anything, niggas were doing their best to stay out of my way.

I spent my time smoking weed, writing raps, and keeping in touch with the outside world on a cell phone I’d managed to get, minding my business until I could go home. But outside the walls of Fulton County, there was shady shit going on.

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There was this song called “Make tha Trap Say Aye” that was on my mixtape So Icey Boy. That tape dropped in April, five months before I was sent back to prison. “Make tha Trap Say Aye” was a song I’d made in Zay’s basement and gotten OJ on. It started to get a little buzz in the city over the summer.

Soon after I went to jail I started hearing the song made it to radio. This would have been great news if it weren’t for the fact that people were calling it OJ’s song. Originally, I’d had the first verse on it, but somehow now OJ did. I’d been moved to the second verse and OJ was closing things out with a new third verse. The whole dynamic of the song had changed. “Make tha Trap Say Aye” was now OJ da Juiceman featuring Gucci Mane.

The success of the song would land OJ a record deal at Asylum, which Deb facilitated. On the one hand I was happy for Juice. It wasn’t like I needed “Make tha Trap Say Aye.” I just didn’t like that he and Deb had backdoored me.

That was some bullshit.

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