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