Bucking the System (feat. Kevin Gates)

Bucking the System (feat. Kevin Gates) - Gucci Mane/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 n***a

Gang

It's Gucci

Huh

Trappin' all day on the godd**n skreets

I didn't even have nowhere to godd**n sleep

I remember recordin' in Zay' mama basement

Way way way before he ever had a placement

On God

Dead bodies in the bando we called it a vacant

Bando

Smokin' drinkin' sellin' d**e but I was on probation

Facts

Turned into a killer soon as I left my Cecilia

Straight up

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

Oh Lord

Free my n***as in the system motherf**k the system

Reason

If you a snitch f**k you and who snitchin' with ya

F**k ya

Loan money walk let the lady take her picture

Mwah

Not every day the b***h see a million dollar n***a

Well d**n

Hired killers with me now I can't be a victim

Pow pow

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

Diamonds precious but nothin's more precious than wisdom

Bling

The fresh is in the buildin' bless the ghetto-children

Bless 'em

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 f**k 'em

Pockets swole for parole I feel in an injustice

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

Gucci

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

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

I'm buckin' on n***as I'm 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 f**k with these n***as

Don't rock with these n***as

They try me I'm buckin' the system

Breadwinner fly and I'm goin' out gangsta'

Gold mouth dawg and your homeboy fakin'

Breadwinner landlord need a little favor

Peterbilt eighteen-wheeler with the ** trailer

I don't get a load in I'ma send a load b***h

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

Ding-dong push button bricks front door s**t

1017 n***a Breadwinner Brick Squad

Brick Squad

I control a forklift yeah they just sent four

Hundred round discharge writin' on the clipboard

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

Bite a n***a apple

Baow

MacBook laptop

Droptop MAC-11 ridin' with the strap out

Got my own blueprint guess I got it mapped out

Just was on Carolina standin' in the trap house

Said I wouldn't be s**t think I didn't hear about it

Now a n***a clip cost bigger than your real house

I get on a helicopter blindfold to Mexico

You pull up to meet a middle man at Texaco

Breadwinner safeguard run off on who

You gotta send the money 'fore the load come through

N***a Peewee League pay with peewee cheese

I be overseas I'm in Medellín with it

If you takin' my lick I got felonies n***a

Livin' like that when I fell in these systems

Real Hermés what we sell in these trenches

Deal c*****e but the recipe different

Ask Lee Lucas if I'm cut like that

Real street n***a but the pedigree different

Pillow talk 'bout me you a jelly bean n***a

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

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

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

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

I'm buckin' on n***as I'm 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 f**k with these n***as

Don't rock with these n***as

They try me I'm buckin' the system