Gucci Mane, Kevin Gates - Bucking the System lyrics

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, nigga
(Gang) it's Gucci
Huh

Trappin' all day on the goddamn skreets
I didn't even have nowhere to goddamn 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' dope 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 niggas in the system
Motherfuck the system if you a snitch
Fuck you and who snitchin' with ya (Fuck ya)
Loan money walk
Let the lady take her picture (Mwah)
Not every day the bitch see
A million dollar nigga (Well damn)
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, "Fuck 'em"
Pockets swole for parole
I feel is 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 niggas, 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 fuck with these niggas
Don't rock with these niggas
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
Reefer trailer
I don't get a load in, I'ma send a load
Bitch
Shot the strong arm to the judge up in court
Bitch ding dong, push button bricks
Front door shit
1017, nigga, 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 nigga 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 shit
Think I didn't hear about it
Now a nigga 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
Nigga Peewee League, pay with peewee cheese
I be overseas, I'm in Medellín with it
If you takin' my lick, I got felonies, nigga
Livin' like that when I fell in these systems
Real Hermés, what we sell in these trenches
Deal cocaine, but the recipe different
Ask Lee Lucas if I'm cut like that
Real street nigga, but the pedigree different
Pillow talk 'bout me, you a jelly bean nigga
I slam on your fam' if you tell on me nigga
I slam on your fam' if you tell on me nigga

I'm buckin', I'm buckin', I'm buckin'
I'm buckin', I'm buckin'
I'm buckin' the system
I'm buckin' on niggas, 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 fuck with these niggas
Don't rock with these niggas
They try me, I'm buckin' the system