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Gucci Mane

"Truth (Not a Jeezy Diss)"

Ha! S'Gucci!
Suckas keep on downing me
They know they should be crowning me
Hahaha! Yo! It's Guwop
Just counting paper (just counting paper)
We're just counting the days, huh

[Verse 1]
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, n*gga, and you got upset
I seen your interview too, you looked oh so stressed
I think the n*gga just mad cause I f*cked his ex
And I'm a big dog, he got the lil' boy complex
Go dig your partner up, n*gga, 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 n*gga do me like Tip did Flip
This the same sh*t that got Big and 2Pac killed, it's Gucci!

For the record, this is not a diss record
Just the truth
It's Gucci the living legend
Oh, yeah, I'm a legend
Living legend n*gga
Respect that

[Verse 2]
I ain't playing wit ya, I ain't trying to dance wit ya
I ain't using hands, let them rubberbands get ya
It take money to go to war, and we can go to war n*gga
I ain't no real rapper, I'm a f*cking grave digger
I'm a old school fool, don't make me show my age, n*gga
Grab a Louisville and turn it to a batting cage, n*gga
I did a song with Keyshia Cole, and I know you still miss her
But Puff was f*cking her while you was falling in love wit her
Call you to do a song, wouldn't even smoke no bud wit ya
I was screaming so icy, and was a neighborhood n*gga
This AR is my back up cause I don't need nann n*gga
Must didn't hear when Flocka said, "Let them guns blam n*gga!"
Used to drive to Birmingham with a lot of grams n*gga
I'm just who I am n*gga but I ain't sparing nann n*gga
I know it's hard for you to sleep knowin you killed your homeboy
You left his son to be a bast*rd, won't even raise ya own boy


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