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[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 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 [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 nigga Respect that Letras de canciones[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 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 [Outro] From Letras Mania