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

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, 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