Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rebels Kick It, artist - YoungBoy Never Broke Again. Date of issue: 09.10.2019
Song language: English
Rebels Kick It |
| Wheezy outta here |
| Ain’t no goin' back, my nigga Wheezy on the track |
| Yeah |
| Yeah |
| Can I take a minute for to tell you how I’m living? |
| Yeah |
| I’d rather show you, fuck the critics, I’ma try leave out the killing |
| Young nigga pull up in that Bentley with no head |
| This a motion picture from the trenches, check how a nigga kick it |
| For a lil' big benji, pop out, get wheelied, yeah |
| Whole lot of big benjis, fuck 'round, I spend it, yeah |
| Strapped down, I’m with it, fuck 'round and I hit it, yeah |
| Sending God my wishes, still got some pending, yeah |
| I’m with some hoes more realer than these niggas, and that’s a fact |
| I’m with my bros more triller than these bitches, understand that |
| Youngin from the slums and he don’t wanna tote no pistol, we ain’t heard of that |
| I’ma let him play it, we coming from a pencil, he don’t know 'bout a trap, nah |
| Get trapped in fucking with these hoes, she just want a baby |
| More deep into life, he worried 'bout his goals, she think it’s crazy |
| All through the night, back to back hearin' them poles, this shit amazing |
| In his hood, he don’t see no greatness, he gon' grow or let it faze him |
| Nigga fade him |
| Got some OG’s in the hood gon' ride 'bout him |
| They like that he keep his head in them books so they won’t let you slime 'bout |
| him |
| Police probably slide on him |
| Only for to see if he got that fire on him |
| But youngin ain’t gettin' that, he ain’t feelin' that |
| So he learned to hide on 'em |
| Now let me tell you that I’m a different breed |
| Had my first baby at 16, no Plan B, I had one dream |
| And it was something like Luther King, wanted for to keep the peace but couldn’t |
| Turned 17, 'fore you knew it, me and Ben was hopping from out of bushes |
| At them bitch ass niggas |
| Shit, you gon' die or you gon' take one? |
| Nigga, what’s your answer? |
| You up that fire, you better break one, nigga, what’s the hassle? |
| Still to this day, I’m on FaceTime talkin' with the pastor |
| Like is they with me or against me, probably want me splattered |
| Can I take a minute for to tell you how I’m living? |
| Yeah |
| I’d rather show you, fuck the critics, I’ma try leave out the killing |
| Young nigga pull up in that Bentley with no head |
| This a motion picture from the trenches, check how a nigga kick it |
| What you thinkin' 'bout, what you hearin' 'bout? |
| I’ma see about it, |
| nigga (I'm with you) |
| You got twenty on that nigga head, then make it forty, nigga |
| Shit, you know me still on dummy, I’ll put a hundred, nigga |
| For to see you smile, I risk my life, that’s on my mama, nigga |
| You was with me at rock bottom, nigga, I ain’t forget it |
| When I wanted to slide, they ain’t wan' drive me, nigga, and you was with it |
| When I was hollerin', «Who want problems?"You was holdin' up your semi |
| I kept on sayin' I’ma burn this bitch down, you was tellin' me, «Let's get it» |
| My day one, you my brother |
| And I love you to death |
| I’ll never go against you |
| I ain’t never put anything before you |
| Not these diamonds, not this money |
| Or neither these hoes, whatever goes |
| Can I take a minute for to tell you how I’m living? |
| Yeah |
| I’d rather show you, fuck the critics, I’ma try leave out the killing |
| Young nigga pull up in that Bentley with no head |
| This a motion picture from the trenches, check how a nigga kick it |
| For a lil' big benji, pop out, get wheelied, yeah |
| Whole lot of big benjis, fuck 'round, I spend it, yeah |
| Strapped down, I’m with it, fuck 'round and I hit it, yeah |
| Sending God my wishes, still got some pending, yeah |
| Yeah, Wheezy laid the beat |
| I’m slimeball for real |
| I spin it, yeah |