[Verse 1]
80 chains going and ain't took one yet
Ain't nothing !@$!ed '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 ^!$$% and you got upset

I seen your interview too, you looked oh so stressed
I think the ^!$$% just mad cause I $#&@ed his ex
And I'm a big dog, he got the lil' boy complex

Go dig your partner up ^!$$%, bet he can't say %#@!
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 ^!$$% do me like Tip did Flip
This the same %#@! 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 ^!$$%

Respect that

[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 ^!$$%

I ain't no real rapper, I'm a $#&@ing grave digger
I'm a old school fool, don't make me show my age ^!$$%
Grab a Louisville and turn it to a batting cage ^!$$%

I did a song with Keyshia Cole and I know you still miss her
But Puff was $#&@ing 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 ^!$$%
This AR is my back up cause I don't need nan ^!$$%
Must didn't hear when Flocka said "Let them guns blam ^!$$%!"

Used to drive to Birmingham with a lot of grams ^!$$%
I'm just who I am ^!$$% but I ain't sparing nan ^!$$%
I know it's hard for you to sleep knowing you killed your homeboy

You left his son to be a !@$(, won't even raise ya own boy

[Outro]