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Rebels No Savage - 910 to 336 Lyrics



Rebels No Savage - 910 to 336 Lyrics




How you claim my city?
At the show we keep it litty
I blow 100 for thrill
Know my n***as never missing
Call the label, need a milly
All my n***as in the building
Say my name, you know you feel it
Behind my back the way you dealing
We got the win, it's a dub
Talk down and we pull through
Heard you rat like Chuck, get it?
Probably not 'cause y'all rat too
Probably not 'cause y'all d*ck ride
Bounce a ball and y'all fall for that?
Empty stomach, my clique ride
Y'all fake hard and y'all scared to die
We was trying to make a milly
Lot of n***as ain't with it
Post a picture about our deal
Lot of n***as ain't feel it
We was trying to keep it real (real)
Put the city on the map (map)
All these rappers here to kill (kill)
All you p*ssies need a pap (pap)
How you begging for a favor?
You ain't ever did sh*t
You ain't got the same clique
You ain't got the same chick
You ain't really on sh*t
Nah, nah, y'all fake hard
Blowing smoke and we bake hard
Blow a stack on my bank card
Free smoke, free smoke
Nah, nah, you gotta pay
Nah, we do this everyday
Laughing running to the bank
Laughing running to the safe
Nah, nah, it ain't safe
Kansas City, I'm a chief
In my city you a thief
Paid 100 for the jeans
Paid 100 for the lean
In my city I'm a king, in my city I'm a don
Run this sh*t like marathon
Gas, gas, Marathon
You ain't with it, you a con
You ain't with it, why you lying?
"Oh my god another one, oh my god another one
This one going number one, this one going to the top
This one going to the top, God damn"

They trying to ask for a feature, then why do they need it?
I don't need help from these people, don't reach out to me
Boy we never was equal, stay in your lane
Making music you ain't all that
Thousand plays, that ain't all that
10k, that ain't all that
Plat plat, take it all back
All this talk going around here, you ain't all that
Last project wasn't all that
"You signed and you say you independent, man that's real sad
Man, Instagram post say that you signed now, Stargaze taking off
I saw it on the charts you got me raising eyebrows"
You don't want it like I do, doing nothing sitting idle
Right hand on the Bible, making moves and you idle
Turn around and be spiteful
This something you couldn't do
Everybody wanna be a rapper nowadays
Ain't know you was in the group
"Instagram said you signed a deal, it don't matter
We ain't pushing nothing from you"
You got a problem, I'm calling the truce
You got a problem, I'm calling the truce
Yeah, you got a problem, I'm calling the

You think we on, now we at your head
Shoot 'em down we can't take the threat
At your head, shoot 'em down we can't have a threat
Why they acting like they big?
Oh, you think that you the sh*t?
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How you claim my city?
At the show we keep it litty
I blow 100 for thrill
Know my n***as never missing
Call the label, need a milly
All my n***as in the building
Say my name, you know you feel it
Behind my back the way you dealing
We got the win, it's a dub
Talk down and we pull through
Heard you rat like Chuck, get it?
Probably not 'cause y'all rat too
Probably not 'cause y'all d*ck ride
Bounce a ball and y'all fall for that?
Empty stomach, my clique ride
Y'all fake hard and y'all scared to die
We was trying to make a milly
Lot of n***as ain't with it
Post a picture about our deal
Lot of n***as ain't feel it
We was trying to keep it real (real)
Put the city on the map (map)
All these rappers here to kill (kill)
All you p*ssies need a pap (pap)
How you begging for a favor?
You ain't ever did sh*t
You ain't got the same clique
You ain't got the same chick
You ain't really on sh*t
Nah, nah, y'all fake hard
Blowing smoke and we bake hard
Blow a stack on my bank card
Free smoke, free smoke
Nah, nah, you gotta pay
Nah, we do this everyday
Laughing running to the bank
Laughing running to the safe
Nah, nah, it ain't safe
Kansas City, I'm a chief
In my city you a thief
Paid 100 for the jeans
Paid 100 for the lean
In my city I'm a king, in my city I'm a don
Run this sh*t like marathon
Gas, gas, Marathon
You ain't with it, you a con
You ain't with it, why you lying?
"Oh my god another one, oh my god another one
This one going number one, this one going to the top
This one going to the top, God damn"

They trying to ask for a feature, then why do they need it?
I don't need help from these people, don't reach out to me
Boy we never was equal, stay in your lane
Making music you ain't all that
Thousand plays, that ain't all that
10k, that ain't all that
Plat plat, take it all back
All this talk going around here, you ain't all that
Last project wasn't all that
"You signed and you say you independent, man that's real sad
Man, Instagram post say that you signed now, Stargaze taking off
I saw it on the charts you got me raising eyebrows"
You don't want it like I do, doing nothing sitting idle
Right hand on the Bible, making moves and you idle
Turn around and be spiteful
This something you couldn't do
Everybody wanna be a rapper nowadays
Ain't know you was in the group
"Instagram said you signed a deal, it don't matter
We ain't pushing nothing from you"
You got a problem, I'm calling the truce
You got a problem, I'm calling the truce
Yeah, you got a problem, I'm calling the

You think we on, now we at your head
Shoot 'em down we can't take the threat
At your head, shoot 'em down we can't have a threat
Why they acting like they big?
Oh, you think that you the sh*t?
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Writer: Basil Williams, Evan Shanks
Copyright: Lyrics © KCMGLIFE PUBLISHING, O/B/O DistroKid




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Performed By: Rebels No Savage
Length: 3:52
Written by: Basil Williams, Evan Shanks

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