Truth

[Intro]

Haha

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

I was just countin' them days, huh

[Verse 1]

Eighty 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 Icy" 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 (Its Gucci)

[Outro: Woman, (Lawyer), & Cop]

He's had to defend his life last week and now

He has to defend his freedom

(Don't just say anything ok?)

Suspect and lawyer if I believe...

Basically what happened, umm to make a long story short. He visited a young lady. Uhh went over to her place umm she was there he was there. At one point she opened up the door. Five guys come runnin' in, one of them had green tape umm, one of them had a weapon, one of them had brass knuckles and hit him with brass knuckles umm and hit him real hard. Had him wrapped up, another guy had a weapon, hit one of the other guys with uhh the weapon umm there came a situation where he defended himself umm somebody yelled, one of the other five guys yelled shoot him, something to that effect. He grabbed a gun nearby and he start too, he open fire