Gucci Mane – Dissin The Dead (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

Gucci Mane unveils the music video for the “Dissin The Dead” track which was co-produced by ATL Jacob, Akachi, DJ Plugg, TM88, TooDope & Sonickaboom. Listen, stream, buy, read the lyrics to the song.

Gucci Mane Dissin The Dead

It has been a sombre day of celebration for Young Dolph fans as the late rapper’s birthday is today (July 27). Dolph was sadly murdered last Fall in an ambush in his hometown, and his loved ones continue to grieve his loss. On what would have been Dolph’s 37th birthday, Gucci Mane quietly shared a new single, “Dissin The Dead,” where he speaks to an ongoing concern within Hip Hop as some artists take to their songs to make vicious remarks about people who have passed away.

Although Dolph was a beloved figure in his community, the industry, and beyond, there were still people who used his tragedy as a way to speak negatively about him after his passing. We’ve seen other victims like Pop Smoke and King Von endure such hate, and on Gucci’s new track, he spits bars about why “dissing the dead” is something that needs to be retired, immediately.

Gucci Mane – Dissin The Dead (prod. ATL Jacob, Akachi, DJ Plugg, TM88, TooDope & Sonickaboom)

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Lyrics

[Intro]
(8-8-8-8)
(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)
Go

[Chorus]
I know my tongue is a sword
I know I should be more careful with shit that I said
I feel like I started a trend that’s never gon’ stop
They gon’ keep dissing the dead
None of this shit no pretend
This shit so for real, a nigga get shot in the head
Young nigga wigging on pills and going on drills
We need to stop dissing the dead
I know my tongue is a sword
I know I should be more careful with shit that I said
I feel like I started a trend that’s never gon’ stop
They gon’ keep dissing the dead
None of this shit no pretend
This shit so for real, a nigga get shot in the head
Young nigga wigging on pills and going on drills
We need to stop dissing the dead

[Verse 1]
We need to stop killing each other
The innocent children get hit, people’s sisters and brothers
That’s what the preacher man said to his mother
Traumatized child, so he piss on the covers
Everything sweet ’til it happen to them
My youngin like Shaq and he play ‘bove the rim
Don’t aim for the Timb, bullets knock off your limbs
Can’t even go to school ’cause they shot up the gym
Considered it lucky you walk with a limp
Better be happy you’re walking at all
Don’t bring up my name if a killing involved
These niggas be 12, but be breaking the law
Nigga diss me and we went in his jaw
Went in his pocket and went in his car
All the subliminals pissing me off
My shooters on call and I pass ’em the ball
Why should I cap ’bout my name on a song?
I’m the one put your boy name on a stone
I dissed the dead and I know I was wrong
But I’m shooting like DaBaby, they break in my home
Chopper so close that I’m never alone
Gucci strapped up like Sylvester Stallone
First they call you a god, then they call you a clone
But my plug tryna bring the dope in on a drone

[Chorus]
I know my tongue is a sword
I know I should be more careful with shit that I said
I feel like I started a trend that’s never gon’ stop
They gon’ keep dissing the dead
None of this shit no pretend
This shit so for real, a nigga get shot in the head
Young nigga wigging on pills and going on drills
We need to stop dissing the dead
I know my tongue is a sword
I know I should be more careful with shit that I said
I feel like I started a trend that’s never gon’ stop
They gon’ keep dissing the dead
None of this shit no pretend
This shit so for real, a nigga get shot in the head
Young nigga wigging on pills and going on drills
We need to stop dissing the dead

[Verse 2]
I don’t preach to no one, I just lead by example
When I was a jit, I thought life was a gamble
You catch a charge now your life is in shambles
Daddy in jail but your son need them pampers
You telling the cops ’cause you giving ’em clues
Your face on the news just to get you some views
Watch the shit now that you say in the booth
‘Cause niggas get knocked and start telling the truth
Put me in your mentions to get some attention
These niggas be gimmicks tryna make up an image
He dissing and wishing somebody would listen
But niggas’ll snitch on they self in a minute
Free all my artists, let them out of prison
Don’t make the wrong move and get took opposition
Put ’em on game and I hope that they listen
Don’t trick your whole life away like a magician
You can’t stand the heat, you best get out the kitchen
Them niggas you with, they turn government witness
Choppers and switches, they really be tripping
In elementary too big for his britches
ARs and Glocks on my road to the riches
And this ain’t a speech and I’m no politician
Thieves in the street dead up over some bitches
So get in your bag and please stay out your business

[Chorus]
I know my tongue is a sword
I know I should be more careful with shit that I said
I feel like I started a trend that’s never gon’ stop
They gon’ keep dissing the dead
None of this shit no pretend
This shit so for real, a nigga get shot in the head
Young nigga wigging on pills and going on drills
We need to stop dissing the dead
I know my tongue is a sword
I know I should be more careful with shit that I said
I feel like I started a trend that’s never gon’ stop
They gon’ keep dissing the dead
None of this shit no pretend
This shit so for real, a nigga get shot in the head
Young nigga wigging on pills and going on drills
We need to stop dissing the dead