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truth (not a jeezy diss) - gucci mane lyrics

[intro]
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 r-t-rded ’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 k!lled, it’s gucci!

[interlude]
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 k!lled your homeboy
you left his son to be a b-st-rd, won’t even raise ya own boy

[outro]

- gucci mane lyrics

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