Bucking the System (feat. Kevin Gates)

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(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 go- skreets
 I didn't even have nowhere to go- 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' - 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- in the system, motherf- the system
 If you a snitch, f- you and who snitchin' with ya (f- ya)
 Loan money walk, let the lady take her picture (mwah)
 Not every day the bi-, see a million dollar n- (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 nothing'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- '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 n-, I'm buckin' up pistols
 I'm takin' up pistols and ki- 'em
 I'm buckin', I'm buckin', I'm buckin'
 I'm buckin', I'm buckin', I'm buckin' the system
 Don't f- with these n-
 Don't rock with these n-
 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, 18-wheeler with the reefer trailer
 I don't get a load in, I'ma send a load, bi-
 Shot the strong arm to the judge up in court, bi-
 Ding-dong, push button bricks, front door shit
 1017, n-, 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- 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 sh-, think I didn't hear about it
 Now a ni- 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- Peewee League, pay with peewee cheese
 I be overseas, I'm in Medellín with it
 If you takin' my lick, I got felonies, n-
 Livin' like that when I fell in these systems
 Real Hermès, what we sell in these trenches
 Deal co-, but the recipe different
 Ask Lee Lucas if I'm cut like that
 Real street n-, but the pedigree different
 Pillow talk 'bout me, you a jelly bean n-
 I slam on your fam' if you tell on me n-
 I slam on your fam' if you tell on me n-
 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-, I'm buckin' up pistols
 I'm takin' up pistols and ki- 'em
 I'm buckin', I'm buckin', I'm buckin'
 I'm buckin', I'm buckin', I'm buckin' the system
 Don't f- with these n-
 Don't rock with these n-
 They try me, I'm buckin' the system
 

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Duration
03:22
Key
1
Tempo
123 BPM

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