THE SYSTEM Lyrics

Monday mornin' pull up to the job, man fuck this corporation

Need'a go back home, call a earthly bitch to go do some meditation

I'on feel like poppin out twin, gotta stack up to do some hibernation

Then when we slide I split his dome like it's some segregation

Damn I think that's college shit not for me, but I do this shit for Ma Dukes

That university be trippin' and shit, missin' credits now I gotta start a coup

Nasty bitch from The Mix said she wanna slide on my skin flute

Shots up at the door, fuck that lil' shit shawty and poor me a deuce

None wrong wit' gettin' ya' education, school just ain't for me in the long run

That lil' weak ahh' money, a thousand ain't enough just for a refund

Askin' for them za packs, we took that shit now he ain't got none

Run this shit up, pass it down even further past my grandson

Empire waiting on 'em, you know he ain't gotta do too much

Damn I use to hate them times when I was lil' pops and dukes, all they do is fuss

Ain't nobody immortal my dude, .762's, anyone can get touched

Fuck what both y'all sayin, I ain't with the"he say she say" and such

Show you the ropes 'round this shit, could even be yo' mentor

He workin' at the BP right off Panola, we got a heart beat sensor

Fuckin' raw might be a problem, that pussy ah' turn you tender

Hothead like I'm Johnny Blaze bitch, you ride wit' me I gotta watch my temper

Everybody know who they goin' for, dark skinned shawties know who they pickin

Already know what they want, like they at JJ's Fish and Chicken

Yo' Taurus done jammed, go cop a Glock cause that bih' need some fixin

More diseases comin' in the world, wash ya' hands that shit sickenin

Be scary when you surrounded by idiots, worse with imbeciles

They gon' come around after you already leave 'em out, that shit hurt like critical

Might just shoot shit for fun, that's for sport, you gon' need that physical

She got them beads around her waist, worshippin' rocks like she spiritual

Not gon' act like they don't fuck good, just not my typa' wife

You see 'bout them in person they not like that for real, so what is all the hype?

Off that Yak, he think he on Call of Duty quickscopin' with a snipe

Back in 2013, I was usin' Ooovoo, not face treatment on Skype

You got 24 hours to follow back li' shawty, or ya' ass is over wit

Camera and beam on you at the barbershop, promote the barber as you talk and sit

Hoes be talm' bout grand risin, you toxic I know you think you not slick

Couple shots with the Glock 40, you know them 10's gon' hurt ya' gah' damn wrists

Genocide be lookin' like the key, get these folks up out the system

His ass couldn't make it past that fence, ran too slow couldn't gain momentum

Can't name a nigga more savage than me, I told her to go and list 'em

Only listenin' to them OG's who got that on 'em, they'll pass down that wisdom