Rebel's Kick It

Wheezy outta here Ain't no goin' back, my nigga Wheezy on the track Yeah Yeah [Chorus] 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 [Verse 1] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] 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" [Interlude] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Outro] Yeah, Wheezy laid the beat I'm slimeball for real I spin it, yeah