Truth

Haha
It's Gucci
Suckers keep on downin' me
They know they should be crownin' me
Hahaha
Yo
It's Guwop
Just countin' paper (just countin' paper)
Yeah
I was just countin' the days
Ha, yeah

Eighty chains goin' and ain't took one yet (brr)
Ain't nothin' retarded 'bout Gucci but this gold Rolex (uh-huh)
A ten thousand dollar bounty put on my neck (brr)
I hope you didn't pay them 'cause they didn't have no success (nope)
You seen my interview nigga and you got upset (RIP)
I seen your interview too, you looked oh-so-stressed
I think the nigga just mad 'cause I fucked his ex (mwah)
And I'm a big dog, he got the lil' boy complex
Go dig your partner up nigga, bet he can't say shit (shh)
And if you lookin' for the kid I'll be in Zone 6 (Gucci)
I hit a birthday party fresh, you and ya homeboy Tip
I know y'all seen me over there with that black four-fifth
I bought a Bentley Mulsanne, it look just like Tip's
But I never went platinum, do you catch my drift? (Skrrt)
I never let a nigga do me like Tip did Flip (it's Gucci)
This the same shit that got Big and 2Pac killed (it's Gucci)

Haha
Okay
For the record, this is not a diss record
It's just the truth
It's Gucci, the livin' legend
Oh, yeah
I'm a legend
Livin' legend, nigga
Respect that (Gucci)
Check!

I ain't playin' with ya, I ain't tryin' to dance with ya (fuck you)
I ain't usin' hands, let them rubber bands get ya (get 'em)
It take money to go to war and we can go to war, nigga (get 'em)
I ain't no real rapper, I'm a fuckin' grave digger (baow)
I'm a old school fool, don't make me show my age, nigga
Grab a Louisville and turn it to a battin' cage, nigga
I did a song with Keyshia Cole and I know you still miss her (yeah)
But Puff was fuckin' her while you was fallin' in love with her (wow)
Call you to do a song? Wouldn't even smoke no bud with ya (haha)
I was screamin' "So Icy" and was a neighborhood nigga (brr)
This AR is my back up 'cause I don't need nan nigga
Must didn't hear when Flocka said, "Let them guns blam nigga!" (Baow, baow)
Used to drive to Birmingham with a lot of grams, nigga (skrrt)
I'm just who I am nigga, but I ain't sparin' nan nigga
I know it's hard for you to sleep knowin' you killed your homeboy
You left his son to be a bastard, won't even raise ya own boy
(It's Gucci)

"He's had to defend his life last week and now he has to defend his freedom"
"He's not gonna say anything okay, the murder's justified
And, uh, I'm his lawyer and I'm not gonna let him say anything
Basically what happened, um, to make a long story short
He visited a young lady, um, went over to her place, um
She was there, he was there
At one point she opened up a door, and five guys come running in
One of them had green tape, one of them had a weapon
One of them had brass knuckles and hit him withb rass knuckles
Uh, then hit him real hard, hadn't him wrapped up
Another guy had a weapon, he hit one of the other guys with, um, the weapon
Um, it became a situation where he defended himself
Um, somebody yelled, one of the other five guys yelled, "Shoot him!"
Something to that effect, he grabbed the gun which was near by
And he started, he opened fire, to defend himself
Um, it was just him and the girl in there and five guys came in there to hurt him
So basically, he was defending himself
Uh, from what I, I talked to the detective
Um, the detective indicated he was set up"

[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 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

[Interlúdio]
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 nigga
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 nigga
I ain't no real rapper, I'm a fucking grave digger
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 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 nigga
This AR is my back up cause I don't need nan 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 nan 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 ya own boy

[Outro]