Gucci Mane - Truth (Not a Jeezy Diss) lyrics

[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 n***a and you got upset I seen your interview too, you looked oh so stressed I think the n***a just mad cause I f**ed his ex And I'm a big dog, he got the lil' boy complex Go dig your partner up n***a, bet he can't say sh** 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***a do me like Tip did Flip This the same sh** that got Big and 2Pac k**ed [Interlude] 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 n***a 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***a I ain't no real rapper, I'm a f**ing grave digger I'm a old school fool, don't make me show my age n***a Grab a Louisville and turn it to a batting cage n***a I did a song with Keyshia Cole and I know you still miss her But Puff was f**ing 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***a This AR is my back up cause I don't need nan n***a Must didn't hear when Flocka said "Let them guns blam n***a!" Used to drive to Birmingham with a lot of grams n***a I'm just who I am n***a but I ain't sparing nan n***a I know it's hard for you to sleep knowing you k**ed your homeboy You left his son to be a ba*tard, won't even raise ya own boy [Outro]