[Intro]
Yo, when this rap thing started forreal, I ain't have nothing
Nobody. Mama gone, daddy gone, girlfriend dumped me
In these streets hungry, boy. You know what it feel like to be hungry?
You ain't never know how that felt till now
You fenna feel my hunger in my soul
Kid Rebel all day. #SF15. Jetter on the beat, boy
[Hook]
Catfish on my plate. Where my hot sauce at? Let me finish my grits
Rather have a meal or a mill? Don't matter when the meal taste just like this
Even if you had a mill in the bank. Couldn't ever find a plate made with this much love
Home grown cooking in the South where they cook it
Feening for the plate like that b**h got d**
[Chorus]
"Boy you a savage!" Homie told me that. Ain't no way that we holding back
We the kids in the cul de sac. All chasing our dreams
We gone eat till we old and fat
[Verse 1]
Dismount fenna hit ground. Keep running till I get that white money in a big house
Low chance of no rain, it's a damn shame. How we eating like the farm let the pigs out
Wanna see what the Kid 'bout? In '15 with tracks that'll make your little b**h shout
"Preach!" "Y'all see?" "Ain't no way that Rebel ain't king."
Dime to a dozen other buzzing a** rappers. With my swagger? No discussion
Patty cake. My girl got a loaded muffin
Hold it, pause it. So obnoxious. k** these beats, graveyard deposit
With draws with that reaper on it. Grim these girls that mean I'm boning
Set it off though. Bet it cost more guap than a stockload
Of 'Vesas for me and my vatos. Sip liq' till my chick spill the tacos
Can't see clear, I got them beer goggles
Beast mode got me on my God flow
I don't follow and I don't fall low
Man you so Tom, bro. Why you bruh bruhs so gato?"
Hit licks till my chick quit. All these tricks is
Cereal bowls fit for a Kid Misfit
This cost got lifted, tossed, and flip then
All I see is K's like I'm f**ing Scott Disick
[Bridge]
This sh** is the illest, they bump this in the villas
Can't nobody k** us. I'm a let y'all people finish but
[Hook]
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Now now we feasting, we eating the top of the chain
Hot with the flame, keep my thoughts out of frame
Cops wanna shoot at another black youth
Been masked up since and got H.A.M like Bane
Up in Gotham with Wayne, Bruce. The church say preach
Know it's real in these streets when you look to your bishop and know he got all of the juice
No apple or orange. I see you pouring your feelings out
To people who be ignoring. Got to be foreign
No less or you boring. That's why Drake and Iggy got nobody snoring
But what about Rizzy? T.A. to Demi then he just went missing
Still got love for my Emmy, don't worry
I'm back in this mission and keeping it gritty
My mind been in outer space. I've been thinking in this city I've been out of place
Do I truly even care? So many people in my circle turning into squares
I guess they just out of shape. Tell me where the realest go
I done f**ed up my life for some sh** that I didn't know
Feeling blue while smoking purp. Pretty soon my insides fenna look like they indigo
Both ways. Decisions, decisions. I put all my thoughts in this sentence
Descendants gone think that Lord is a savage like me with way that I'm spitting cause
[Bridge]
[Hook]
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Damn! (Wooh!) Kid Rebel in this motherf**er! (Hot fire, bruh.)
Y'all can't f** with #SF15 (You can't!) s** my dick, n***a. (It's too hot!)