Bucking The System - Gucci Mane feat Kevin Gates

Trappin' all day on the goddamn skreets
I don't even have no where to goddamn sleep
I remember recordin' in Zay mama basement
Way, way, way before he ever had a placement
Dead bodies in the bando, we called it a vacant
Smokin', drinkin', sellin' dope but I was on probation
Turned into a killer soon as I left my Cecilia
I don't think they feel ya till the ghetto try to kill ya
Free my n_ggas and the system motherf_cker still strong
If you a snitch, f_ck you and who snitchin' with ya
Loan money walk, let the lady take a picture
Not every day the b_tch see a million dollar n_gga
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 tell them f_ck 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 n_ggas 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 f_ck with these n_ggas
Don't ride with these n_ggas
They try me on 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 b_tch
Shot the strong arm to the judge up in court b_tch
Ding-dong, push b_tton bricks front door sh_t
Ten seventeen n_gga 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 n_gga out, bought Mac Book laptop
Drop top, make a left and right with 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 sh_t, think I didn't hear about
Nine n_gga 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 met a ying with it
For takin' my lick, like I feelin' these n_gga
Livin' like that when I fell in these systems
Real Hermes, what we sell in these trenches
Deal c_caine, but the recipe different
And it's Le Louvres if I'm cut like that
Real street n_gga, but the pedigree different
Pillow talk 'bout me you a jelly B n_gga
I slam on your fam if you tell on me n_gga
I slam on your fam if you tell on me n_gga

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_ggas 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 f_ck with these n_ggas
Don't ride with these n_ggas
They try me on buckin' the system

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