Bucking The System (feat. Kevin Gates)

Zaytoven

Huh

They should put me on SportsCenter

With all this ballin' I be doin' (Gucci)

You can't see Wop on your best day, ***** (Gang)

It's Gucci

Huh

Trappin' all day on the goddamn skreets

I don't even have nowhere to goddamn sleep

I remember recordin' in Zay' mama ba*****t

Way, way, way before he ever had a placement

Dead bodies in the bando, we called it a vacant

Smokin', drinkin', sellin' **** but I was on probation

Turned into a killer soon as I left my Cecilia

I don't think they feel ya' 'til the ghetto try to kill ya'

Free my *****s and the system mother****er still strong

If you a snitch, **** you and who snitchin' with ya'

Loan money walk, let the lady take her picture

Not every day the ***** see a million dollar *****

High killers with me now, I can't be a victim

Choppa close by all the time, I'm buckin' the system

Diamonds precious, but nothin's more precious than wisdom

The fresh is in the buildin'

Bless the ghetto-children

Fronted me to pack, I ain't pound 'em back, I'm buckin'

Been known to buck the system,

Call the plug and told 'em "**** 'em"

Pockets wove for parole, I feel in an injustice

For me to be broke and strugglin', I can't be out hustlin'

I'm buckin', I'm buckin', I'm buckin'

I'm buckin', I'm buckin', I'm buckin' the system

I'm buckin' on *****s on buckin' up pistols

I'm takin' up pistols and kill 'em

I'm buckin', I'm buckin', I'm buckin'

I'm buckin', I'm buckin', I'm buckin' the system

Don't **** with these *****s

Don't ride with these *****s

They try me, I'm buckin' the system

Real one, I'm fly and I'm goin' out gangsta'

Gold mouth dog and your homeboy fakin'

Brew on the landlord, need another favor

Pay the bill, eighteen wheeler with the reefer trailer

I don't get a load in, I'ma send a low *****

Shot the strong arm to the judge up in court *****

Ding-dong, pusch button bricks, front door ****

1017 *****, bread winner, pray squad

I control a fork lift, yeah, they just sent four

Hundred round discharge writin' on the clipboard

Put you in the coffin, I bought a new fit for

Ride a ***** out, bought MacBook laptop

Droptop, make a left and right when the strap out

Got my own blueprint, guess I got it mapped out

It was on Carolina, standin' in the traphouse

Said I wouldn't be ****, think I didn't hear about

Nine *****s collect calls, bigger than your real house

I could don' a helicopter blindfold to Mexico

You pull up and meet a middle man at a Texaco

Where I wanna safeguard, run off on hold

You gotta' send the money for the load come through

Like a Peewee League, payroll peewee cheese

I be overseas, I'ma meet a Ying with it

For takin' my lick, like I feelin' these *****s

Livin' like that when I fell in these systems

Real Hermés, what we sell in these trenches

Deal *******, but the recipe different

And it's Le Louvres if I'm cut like that

Real street *****, but the pedigree different

Pillow talk 'bout me, you a Jelly B *****

I slam on your fam' if you tell on me *****

I slam on your fam' if you tell on me *****

I'm buckin', I'm buckin', I'm buckin'

I'm buckin', I'm buckin', I'm buckin' the system

I'm buckin' on *****s on buckin' up pistols

I'm takin' up pistols and kill 'em

I'm buckin', I'm buckin', I'm buckin'

I'm buckin', I'm buckin', I'm buckin' the system

Don't **** with these *****s

Don't ride with these *****s

They try me, I'm buckin' the system