Truth

Eighty 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, nigga, and you got upset
 I seen your interview too, you looked, oh, so stressed
 I think the nigga just mad 'cause I fucked his ex
 And I'm a big dog, he got the lil' boy complex
 Go dig your partner up, nigga, bet he can't say shit
 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 nigga do me like Tip did Flip
 This the same shit that got Big and 2Pac killed
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 For the record, this is not a diss record
 Just the truth
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 It's Gucci, the living legend
 Oh, yeah, I'm a legend
 Living legend, nigga
 Respect that
 I ain't playing with you, I ain't trying to dance with you
 I ain't using hands, let them rubberbands get you
 It take money to go to war, and we can go to war, nigga
 I ain't no real rapper, I'm a fucking gravedigger
 I'm a old school fool, don't make me show my age, nigga
 Grab a Louisville and turn it to a batting cage, nigga
 I did a song with Keyshia Cole and I know you still miss her
 But Puff was fucking her while you was falling in love with her
 Call you to do a song, wouldn't even smoke no bud with you
 I was screaming "so icy" and was a neighborhood nigga
 This AR is my back up 'cause I don't need nann nigga
 Must didn't hear when Flocka said, "Let them guns blam, nigga!"
 Used to drive to Birmingham with a lot of grams, nigga
 I'm just who I am, nigga, but I ain't sparing nann nigga
 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 your own boy