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gucci mane - bucking the system lyrics

[intro: gucci mane]
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-gga (gang)
it’s gucci
huh

[verse 1: gucci mane]
trappin’ all day on the godd-mn skreets
i didn’t even have nowhere to godd-mn sleep
i remember recordin’ in zay’ mama bas-m-nt
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 k!ller soon as i left my cecilia (straight up)
i don’t think they feel ya ’til the ghetto try to k!ll ya’ (oh lord)
free my n-ggas in the system, motherf-ck the system
if you a snitch, f-ck you and who snitchin’ with ya (f-ck ya)
loan money walk, let the lady take her picture (mwah)
not every day the b-tch see a million dollar n-gga (well d-mn)
hired k!llers 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-ck ’em”
pockets swole for parole, i feel is an injustice
for me to be broke and strugglin’, i can’t be out hustlin’ (gucci)

[chorus: gucci mane]
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, i’m buckin’ up pistols
i’m takin’ up pistols and k!ll ’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 rock with these n-ggas
they try me, i’m buckin’ the system

[verse 2: kevin gates]
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, b-tch
shot the strong arm to the judge up in court, b-tch
ding-dong, push b-tton bricks, front door sh-t
1017, n-gga, 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-gga 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-t, think i didn’t hear about it
now a n-gga 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-gga peewee league, pay with peewee cheese
i be overseas, i’m in medellín with it
if you takin’ my l!ck, i got felonies, n-gga
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 n-gga, but the pedigree different
pillow talk ’bout me, you a jelly bean 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

- gucci mane lyrics

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