Truth

It’s gucci
Suckers keep on doubting me
They know they should be crowning me
Go
Scoo wop
Just counting paper, just counting paper
Your boys just counting days

80 chains goin and they 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 paid em cuz they didn’t have no success
You see my interview nigga and you got upset
I see your interview too, you look all so stressed
I think the nigga just mad cuz 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’re looking for the kid I'll be in zone 6
I hit a birthday party fresh, you and your homeboy tip
I know yall seen me over there with that black 4/5
I bought a bentley, move it son, 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 biggie and tupac killed.

It’s gucci
Ha ha okay
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

I ain’t playin with you, I ain’t tryna dance with you
I ain’t using your hands, let them rubber bands get ya
It take money to go to war, we can go to war nigga
I Ain’t no real rapper, I’m a fucking grave digger
I'm an old school fool don’t make me show my age nigga
Grab a louie v then turn it to a batting cage nigga
I did a song with keisha cole and I know you still miss her
But puff was fucking her while you was falling in love with er
For you do a song, wouldn't even smoke no bud with ya
I was screaming so icy and was a neighborhood nigga
They say r is my backup cuz I don’t need now nigga
Must've heard when flocka said let them guns blam nigga
Used to drive up in the hound with a lot of grams nigga
I’m just who I am nigga but I’m ain’t span now 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

It’s gucci