paroles de chanson Truth - Gucci Mane

Eighty 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, nigga, and you got upset
I seen your interview too, you looked, oh, so stressed
I think the nigga just mad 'cause 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 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 nigga do me like Tip did Flip
This the same shit that got Big and 2Pac killed

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

I ain't playing with you, I ain't trying to dance with you
I ain't using hands, let them rubberbands get you
It take money to go to war, and we can go to war, nigga
I ain't no real rapper, I'm a fucking gravedigger
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
But Puff was fucking her while you was falling in love with her
Call you to do a song, wouldn't even smoke no bud with you
I was screaming "so icy" and was a neighborhood nigga
This AR is my back up 'cause I don't need nann nigga
Must didn't hear when Flocka said, "Let them guns blam, nigga!"
Used to drive to Birmingham with a lot of grams, nigga
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