Truth (Young Jeezy Diss) Lyrics: Gucci Mane

Gucci Mane says, for the record, this is not a diss record, it's just the truth. For the sake of clarity, we're calling it a diss. In an interview with.



Truth (Young Jeezy Diss) Lyrics

It’s Gucci
Suckers keep on doubting me
They know they should be crowning me
Go
Scoop out
Just counting paper, just counting paper
Yall just counting days

80 change goin and I ain’t took one yet
And they retarded bout Gucci but this gold Rolex
A ten thousand dollar bounty put on my neck
I hope you damn paid em cuz they didn’t have no success
You see my interview nigga and you got obsessed
I see your interview too, you seem 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 bet he’s on 6
I hit a birthday party fresh, you and your homeboy too
I know yall send me over there with that blunt full filled
I bought a Bentley, move it son, it look just like chips
But I never went platinum, do you catch my drift?
I never let a nigga do me like Chuck D flip
This the same shit that got bigger to park queues

It’s Gucci
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 use your hands, let them rubber bands get you
You take money to go to war, we can go to war nigga
Ain’t no real rapper, I’m a fucking grave digger
You a old school fool? Don’t make me show my age nigga
Grab a Louie V and turned it to a pat and cage nigga
I feel the summer keeps you cold and I know you still miss
But Puff was fucking her while you was falling in love with er
For you do a song, we need to smoke no bud with ya
I was screaming so ice 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 blow nigga
Used to drive up in the hound with a lot of grounds 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, no way you killed your homeboy
You let the son to be a bachelor, all you do is your own boys

It’s Gucci