Lyrical Breakdown of Bucking the System - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Bucking the System" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Gucci Mane weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Bucking the System" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Gucci Mane employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
• Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Gucci Mane's narrative.

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(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 go- skreets I didn't even have nowhere to go- 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' - 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 n- in the system, motherf- the system If you a snitch, f- you and who snitchin' with ya (f- ya) Loan money walk, let the lady take her picture (mwah) Not every day the bi-, see a million dollar n- (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 nothing'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- 'em" Pockets swole for parole, I feel is an injustice For me to be broke and strugglin', I can't be out hustlin' (Gucci) 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-, I'm buckin' up pistols I'm takin' up pistols and ki- 'em I'm buckin', I'm buckin', I'm buckin' I'm buckin', I'm buckin', I'm buckin' the system Don't f- with these n- Don't rock with these n- They try me, I'm buckin' the system Breadwinner fly and I'm goin' out gangsta Gold mouth dawg and your homeboy fakin' Breadwinner landlord, need a little favor Peterbilt, 18-wheeler with the reefer trailer I don't get a load in, I'ma send a load, bi- Shot the strong arm to the judge up in court, bi- Ding-dong, push button bricks, front door shit 1017, n-, 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- 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-, think I didn't hear about it Now a ni- 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- Peewee League, pay with peewee cheese I be overseas, I'm in Medellín with it If you takin' my lick, I got felonies, n- Livin' like that when I fell in these systems Real Hermès, what we sell in these trenches Deal co-, but the recipe different Ask Lee Lucas if I'm cut like that Real street n-, but the pedigree different Pillow talk 'bout me, you a jelly bean n- I slam on your fam' if you tell on me n- I slam on your fam' if you tell on me n- 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-, I'm buckin' up pistols I'm takin' up pistols and ki- 'em I'm buckin', I'm buckin', I'm buckin' I'm buckin', I'm buckin', I'm buckin' the system Don't f- with these n- Don't rock with these n- They try me, I'm buckin' the system