Bucking The System (feat. Kevin Gates)

[00:00.000] 作曲 : Radric Davis/Xavier Dotson/Kevin Gilyard
[00:00.003] 作词 : Radric Davis/Xavier Dotson/Kevin Gilyard
[00:00.11]Zaytoven
[00:02.65]Huh
[00:04.60]They should put me on SportsCenter
[00:05.82]With all this ballin' I be doin' (Gucci)
[00:08.31]You can't see Wop on your best day, nigga (Gang)
[00:11.69]It's Gucci
[00:13.86]Huh
[00:15.58]Trappin' all day on the goddamn skreets
[00:18.94]I don't even have nowhere to goddamn sleep
[00:23.01]I remember recordin' in Zay' mama basement
[00:26.85]Way, way, way before he ever had a placement
[00:30.70]Dead bodies in the bando, we called it a vacant
[00:34.63]Smokin', drinkin', sellin' dope but I was on probation
[00:38.57]Turned into a killer soon as I left my Cecilia
[00:42.38]I don't think they feel ya' 'til the ghetto try to kill ya'
[00:46.36]Free my niggas and the system mother****er still strong
[00:50.37]If you a snitch, **** you and who snitchin' with ya'
[00:53.89]Loan money walk, let the lady take her picture
[00:57.91]Not every day the bitch see a million dollar nigga
[01:01.66]High killers with me now, I can't be a victim
[01:05.91]Choppa close by all the time, I'm buckin' the system
[01:09.80]Diamonds precious, but nothin's more precious than wisdom
[01:13.65]The fresh is in the buildin'
[01:15.63]Bless the ghetto-children
[01:17.70]Fronted me to pack, I ain't pound 'em back, I'm buckin'
[01:21.46]Been known to buck the system,
[01:23.05]Call the plug and told 'em "**** 'em"
[01:25.34]Pockets wove for parole, I feel in an injustice
[01:29.25]For me to be broke and strugglin', I can't be out hustlin'
[01:33.33]I'm buckin', I'm buckin', I'm buckin'
[01:34.89]I'm buckin', I'm buckin', I'm buckin' the system
[01:36.96]I'm buckin' on niggas on buckin' up pistols
[01:39.18]I'm takin' up pistols and kill 'em
[01:40.95]I'm buckin', I'm buckin', I'm buckin'
[01:42.55]I'm buckin', I'm buckin', I'm buckin' the system
[01:44.68]Don't **** with these niggas
[01:46.26]Don't ride with these niggas
[01:47.07]They try me, I'm buckin' the system
[01:48.74]Real one, I'm fly and I'm goin' out gangsta'
[01:50.41]Gold mouth dog and your homeboy fakin'
[01:52.27]Brew on the landlord, need another favor
[01:54.27]Pay the bill, eighteen wheeler with the reefer trailer
[01:56.39]I don't get a load in, I'ma send a low bitch
[01:58.22]Shot the strong arm to the judge up in court bitch
[02:00.21]Ding-dong, pusch button bricks, front door shit
[02:02.17]1017 nigga, bread winner, pray squad
[02:04.08]I control a fork lift, yeah, they just sent four
[02:06.02]Hundred round discharge writin' on the clipboard
[02:07.87]Put you in the coffin, I bought a new fit for
[02:09.90]Ride a nigga out, bought MacBook laptop
[02:11.99]Droptop, make a left and right when the strap out
[02:13.83]Got my own blueprint, guess I got it mapped out
[02:15.67]It was on Carolina, standin' in the traphouse
[02:17.62]Said I wouldn't be shit, think I didn't hear about
[02:19.65]Nine niggas collect calls, bigger than your real house
[02:21.54]I could don' a helicopter blindfold to Mexico
[02:23.45]You pull up and meet a middle man at a Texaco
[02:25.52]Where I wanna safeguard, run off on hold
[02:27.40]You gotta' send the money for the load come through
[02:29.39]Like a Peewee League, payroll peewee cheese
[02:31.41]I be overseas, I'ma meet a Ying with it
[02:33.40]For takin' my lick, like I feelin' these niggas
[02:35.25]Livin' like that when I fell in these systems
[02:37.17]Real Hermés, what we sell in these trenches
[02:39.06]Deal cocaine, but the recipe different
[02:41.02]And it's Le Louvres if I'm cut like that
[02:43.04]Real street nigga, but the pedigree different
[02:45.06]Pillow talk 'bout me, you a Jelly B nigga
[02:47.04]I slam on your fam' if you tell on me nigga
[02:48.94]I slam on your fam' if you tell on me nigga
[02:50.93]I'm buckin', I'm buckin', I'm buckin'
[02:52.76]I'm buckin', I'm buckin', I'm buckin' the system
[02:54.80]I'm buckin' on niggas on buckin' up pistols
[02:57.14]I'm takin' up pistols and kill 'em
[02:58.99]I'm buckin', I'm buckin', I'm buckin'
[03:00.58]I'm buckin', I'm buckin', I'm buckin' the system
[03:02.76]Don't **** with these niggas
[03:04.44]Don't ride with these niggas
[03:05.20]They try me, I'm buckin' the system
作曲 : Radric Davis/Xavier Dotson/Kevin Gilyard
作词 : Radric Davis/Xavier Dotson/Kevin Gilyard
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 don't even have nowhere 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' 'til the ghetto try to kill ya'
Free my niggas and the system mother****er still strong
If you a snitch, **** you and who snitchin' with ya'
Loan money walk, let the lady take her 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 told 'em "**** '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 **** with these niggas
Don't ride with these niggas
They try me, I'm 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, pusch button bricks, front door shit
1017 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 MacBook laptop
Droptop, make a left and right when 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 niggas 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 meet a Ying with it
For takin' my lick, like I feelin' these niggas
Livin' like that when I fell in these systems
Real Hermés, 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 **** with these niggas
Don't ride with these niggas
They try me, I'm buckin' the system