U Can Tell

[Hook: Rocko] You can tell I'm a hustler You can tell I got my muscles You can tell, it ain't hard to see, to see You can tell, you can tell You can tell, you can tell You can tell You can tell, I grind, I grind You can tell by the way a nigga shine, I shine You can tell, it ain't hard to tell You can tell, you can tell You can tell, you can tell [Verse 1: Rocko] I quit that shit, I went legit, they hate that shit, I be like (fuck 'em) They don't like me anyway, I say the same (fuck 'em) The critics say too street, so they overlook the pimp Give a damn, no, the promoters overbook a pimp Plain campaign, streets vote for him You can tell them bitches love him, they bust it all for him I'm a don for real, the real niggas fuck with him You can tell a hater mad, but you know they stomp with him Super cool, young nigga, born and raised in the gutter Grew up selling butter, ey, free my brother, brother You can tell them major labels don't give a fuck about no album Never have, never will, still gone be a millionaire [Hook] [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] I got a house on the hills, but a room at the twelve You can tell she with Gucci, she got diamonds on her nails Crack a seal, pop a pill, now I'm moving like a snail I can tell you a player, drop a whale on the scale East Atlanta I'm the mayor, shipping money in the mail They call me Gucci Mane La Flare, but my shoes are Chanel If I lose then I snooze, Gucci broke, bitch, April's fools Is it the booze, or the jewels or the coupe on 22's? In the bed, in the (?), I hide money in the roof Got more babies in the house than an old lady in a shoe All my goons smokin prunes, and my car don't come 'till June I might buy out the showroom just to paint the bitch maroon [Hook] [Verse 3: Rocko] Rock gold (?), everybody know me I'm cooler now, none of you niggas owe me I'm a trooper, I keep that Ruger Mug on my face, you can tell I'll do ya On par, my work be plural Ice be clearer, whips be newer By my aura, can tell I'm a hustler On my vowels, I've never been a sucker I'm a boss, you can tell by all this cash Everything new, you can tell by all this tax Buy my bitches, I no longer fuck with dimes I don't fuck around, she no quarter, she ain't mine [Hook]