Gucci Mane - Truth (Young Jeezy Diss) video free download

Gucci Mane "Trap God" mixtape drops October 17..

GUCCI MANE - TRUTH 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