Truth - Gucci Mane
80 chains going and ain't took one yet
Ain't nothing retarded 'bout Gucci but this gold Rolex
A ten thousand dollar bounty put on my neck
I hope you didn't pay them cause they didn't have no success
You seen my interview ni**a and you got upset
I seen your interview too you looked oh so stressed
I think the ni**a just mad cause I f**ked his ex
And I'm a big dog he got the lil' boy complex
Go dig your partner up ni**a bet he can't say sh*t
And if you looking for the kid I'll be in Zone 6
I hit a birthday party fresh you and ya homeboy Tip
I know y'all seen me over there with that black fo' fifth
I bought a Bentley Mulsanne it look just like Tip's
But I never went platinum do you catch my drift
I never let a ni**a do me like Tip did Flip
This the same sh*t that got Big and 2Pac killed
For the record this is not a diss record
Just the truth
It's Gucci the living legend
Oh yea I'm a legend
Living legend ni**a
Respect that
I ain't playing with ya I ain't trying to dance with ya
I ain't using hands let them rubberbands get ya
It take money to go to war and we can go to war ni**a
I ain't no real rapper I'm a f**king grave digger
I'm a old school fool don't make me show my age ni**a
Grab a Louisville and turn it to a batting cage ni**a
I did a song with Keyshia Cole and I know you still miss her
But Puff was f**king her while you was falling in love with her
Call you to do a song wouldn't even smoke no bud with ya
I was screaming so icy and was a neighborhood ni**a
This AR is my back up cause I don't need nan ni**a
Must didn't hear when Flocka said"Let them guns blam ni**a"
Used to drive to Birmingham with a lot of grams ni**a
I'm just who I am ni**a but I ain't sparing nan ni**a
I know it's hard for you to sleep knowing you killed your homeboy
You left his son to be a bastard won't even raise ya own boy
