Song: Truth
Artist:  Gucci Mane
Year: 2012
Viewed: 90 - Published at: 4 years ago

[Intro]
Ha
It's Gucci
Suckers 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 (Burr)
Ain't nothin' retarded 'bout Gucci but this gold Rolex (Huh)
A ten thousand dollar bounty put on my neck (Burr)
I hope you didn't pay them, 'cause they didn't have no success (Nope)
You seen my interview, nigga, and you got upset (R-I-P)
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
And if you looking for the kid, I'll be in Zone 6 (Gucci)
I hit a birthday party fresh, you and your homeboy, Tip
I know y'all seen me over there with that black four-fif'
I bought a Bentley Mulsanne, it look just like Tip’s
But I never went platinum—do you catch my drift? (Skrrr!)
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
[Interlude]
Haha
Okay
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 (Gucci)
Check!

[Verse 2]
I ain't playing with you, I ain't trying to dance with you (Fuck you)
I ain't using hands, let them rubberbands get you (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 fucking gravedigger (Ha)
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 (Yeah)
But Puff was fucking her while you was falling in love with her (Wow)
Call you to do a song, wouldn't even smoke no bud with you (Haha)
I was screaming "So Icey" and was a neighborhood nigga (Burr)
This AR is my backup 'cause I don't need nann nigga
Must didn't hear when Flocka said, "Let them guns blam, nigga!" (Bow, bow)
Used to drive to Birmingham with a lot of grams, nigga (Skrr!)
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 (Gucci)

( Gucci Mane )
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