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Have you ever made a promise to never tell?
Have you ever ran a fade in the county jail?
Sittin' in the cell, half a million dollar bail
Know you gon' prevail but they got you in the shelf
It's Remble
I guess it's time for me to rap again
Freestyle over the phone, got b*t*hes tappin' in
Sneak dissin', got me clutching on my strap again
Please don't get me suitin' up in all black again
All types of "free me"s, I'm in high demand
These boys living fairytales, you n***as Petеr Pan
Aye bro, that's your enemy, why you ain't fight thе man?
You just told the hold dorm that is was on sight with him (Run that sh*t up, Robbie, ayy)
Remble cold, all these b*t*hes want some pipe from him (Ayy)
Got to squabble, don't no n***a wanna fight from him (Ayy)
If I lose, I guarantee I'll take his life from him (Ayy)
On the street, I shoot guns, I can't fight for sh*t (Ayy)
Why you wanna fight me? You should fight your b*t*h
You mad at the next n***a cause she liked the d**k
You better watch who you pressin', you might get hit
I don't wanna fade no more, you could fight the stick
This n***a want a fade, I don't do no tapers
I just blew his mind, thought it was a no brainer
Man I swear these n***as broke, they don't get no paper
I ran it up by myself, I ain't get no favors
Sit on the bench and watch me ball like you supposed to
Stop actin' tough up on the gram 'fore I expose you
These four-five shells and nine shells will dome you
These b*t*hes thinkin' that I want them, I just want cooch
B*t*h, the only women that I love is my f**kin' mama
Only b*t*h put money on my books was Latashiana
Keep a rocket in my pocket, any n***a want the drama
Any problems, here my Nina, up and politely solve 'em
They don't know who killed that man, I'm the one who shot him (Ayy)
Where's the gun that you used? Bikini Bottom (Ayy)
They don't know who stripped that boy, I'm the one who robbed him (Ayy)
The four-five had him running, I'm the one who caught him (Ayy)
I'm the reason certain n***as is breathin' still
I'm in the hood or at my granny's, I'm a easy kill
I do the killin' when I'm sober, I don't need a pill
You n***as ain't livin' like that, let's just keep it real
I got a four-five Smith, ain't talkin' Will
Banana clip on the chop got n***as peeled
All my opps that's alive, they live in fear
All these hollow tips and nines, they end careers
Play that Remble in your car, his sh*t be knockin'
He keep his foot on n***as knecks, he's Derek Chauvin
I am not these other n***as, I'm really poppin'
Popped a n***a in the store and continued shoppin' (It's Remble)

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