Rebels No Savage - Hold Your Breath

Wanna see me dead
Wanna see me-
Wanna see me step with the mob like Justo
Shorty got a man, I don’t give no fucks tho
I’m with the gang when I knock on the front door
(Uh)
Kick in the back door
Family and friends in the VIP, we the front row
Family and friends get the bands, what you want hoe?
Feelin me, just how I move in a Benzo

Yeah
Aye, Shorty might do what I say
I got way more shit on the way
We doing 13 hours a day, show us the pay, aye
Yeah, link with Fierce in the A, she know where I stay
Flexing but what can I say?
Yeah aye
What can I say? Aye

City on 10
Gang too deep, had to bring her friends
Look like twins
Know I’m from the south but I can't do twins
Pointing out licks
Shorty got a bag but the racks don’t fit
Way too sick
Feeling like Zack, got a Warhol chick
Aye, Warhol stick
Not Mike Jack, but the shorty not it
Aye, not my kid
Step in IKEA like "Who they is?" aye
They want me dead, okay
Nothing was going my way
I'm not from LA, but I be dodging the fake
Know she come straight from the way, aye

Bitch I'm cold like the winter (uh)
Gold medalist winner
All my kids Olympic swimmers, swimmin' all up in her
In the phone I'm just a sinner, soon to be forgiven
Like the chosen one I'm living
Always taking what I'm given
Eating grapes, I'm feeling great
Bought an NYC estate
Still at NCSU State
If I graduate, I'm late
Pardon all my French love, s'il vous plaît
You don't really like me? Well touché
Fingers in her mouth like "Yah Boobay"
Don't know what I'm saying? Watch Eric Andre
(Bitch)

Tryna press me I'ma end that easy
Cruising 'round UNC with a baddie
Got a nice smile and her ass on peachy
Trips got her best friends mad at her weekly
She want a slice of this life, ha
I guess that we gonna CC
I got a lot on my mind
But love ain't the only thing that I'ma get into deeply
Came in the game with a milly, really
Laughing 'cause she getting nervous
My bank account looking real silly
"Illy" is all that she say when she leaving my city
But you'll never get me silly
I love your approach, you go for the gold
You one of a kind, illy, really
Remind me of Wilmy

Written by:
JOHN T. WILLIAMS

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