![]() ![]() He does not want to carry a gun and believes in achieving his goals without resorting to violence. The song "Rebel's Kick It" by YoungBoy Never Broke Again tells a story of a young man who has experienced life in the trenches and how he still manages to live his life despite the difficulties. I kept on sayin' I'ma burn this bitch down, you was tellin' me, "Let's get it" When I was hollerin', "Who want problems?" You was holdin' up your semi When I wanted to slide, they ain't wan' drive me, nigga, and you was with it ![]() You was with me at rock bottom, nigga, I ain't forget it Shit, you know me still on dummy, I'll put a hundred, niggaįor to see you smile, I risk my life, that's on my mama, nigga You got twenty on that nigga head, then make it forty, nigga What you thinkin' 'bout, what you hearin' 'bout? I'ma see about it, nigga (I'm with you) Young nigga pull up in that Bentley with no head I'd rather show you, fuck the critics, I'ma try leave out the killing Like is they with me or against me, probably want me splatteredĬan I take a minute for to tell you how I'm living? Yeah Still to this day, I'm on FaceTime talkin' with the pastor You up that fire, you better break one, nigga, what's the hassle? Shit, you gon' die or you gon' take one? Nigga, what's your answer? Turned 17, 'fore you knew it, me and Ben was hopping from out of bushes Had my first baby at 16, no Plan B, I had one dreamĪnd it was something like Luther King, wanted for to keep the peace but couldn't Now let me tell you that I'm a different breed Only for to see if he got that fire on himīut youngin ain't gettin' that, he ain't feelin' that They like that he keep his head in them books so they won't let you slime 'bout him Got some OG's in the hood gon' ride 'bout him In his hood, he don't see no greatness, he gon' grow or let it faze him More deep into life, he worried 'bout his goals, she think it's crazyĪll through the night, back to back hearin' them poles, this shit amazing Get trapped in fucking with these hoes, she just want a baby I'ma let him play it, we coming from a pencil, he don't know 'bout a trap, nah Youngin from the slums and he don't wanna tote no pistol, we ain't heard of that I'm with my bros more triller than these bitches, understand that I'm with some hoes more realer than these niggas, and that's a fact Sending God my wishes, still got some pending, yeah Strapped down, I'm with it, fuck 'round and I hit it, yeah Whole lot of big benjis, fuck 'round, I spend it, yeah ![]() This a motion picture from the trenches, check how a nigga kick itįor a lil' big benji, pop out, get wheelied, yeah ![]()
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