Bucking the System

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 niggas and the system motherfucker still strong

If you a snitch, fuck you and who snitchin' with ya

Loan money walk, let the lady take a picture

Not every day the bitch see a million dollar nigga

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 fuck 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 niggas 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 fuck with these niggas

Don't ride with these niggas

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 bitch

Shot the strong arm to the judge up in court bitch

Ding-dong, push button bricks front door shit

Ten seventeen nigga 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 nigga 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 shit, think I didn't hear about

Nine nigga 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 nigga

Livin' like that when I fell in these systems

Real Hermès, what we sell in these trenches

Deal cocaine, but the recipe different

And it's Le Louvres if I'm cut like that

Real street nigga, but the pedigree different

Pillow talk 'bout me you a jelly B 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 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 fuck with these niggas

Don't ride with these niggas

They try me on buckin' the system