[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, nigga (Gang)
It's Gucci
Huh
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Trappin' all day on the goddamn skreets
I didn't even have nowhere to goddamn 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' dope 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 niggas in the system, motherfuck the system
If you a snitch, fuck you and who snitchin' with ya (Fuck ya)
Loan money walk, let the lady take her picture (Mwah)
Not every day the bitch see a million dollar nigga (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 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, "Fuck 'em"
Pockets swole for parole, I feel is an injustice
For me to be broke and strugglin', I can't be out hustlin' (Gucci)
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
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Trappin' all day on the goddamn skreets
I didn't even have nowhere to goddamn 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' dope 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 niggas in the system, motherfuck the system
If you a snitch, fuck you and who snitchin' with ya (Fuck ya)
Loan money walk, let the lady take her picture (Mwah)
Not every day the bitch see a million dollar nigga (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 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, "Fuck 'em"
Pockets swole for parole, I feel is an injustice
For me to be broke and strugglin', I can't be out hustlin' (Gucci)
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