Truth (Young Jeezy Diss)

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 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, yea I'm a legend

Living legend nigga

Respect that

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 nigga

I ain't no real rapper, I'm a fucking grave digger

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 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 nigga

This AR is my back up cause I don't need nan 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 nan 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 ya own boy