REMBLE - NOT LIKE US FREESTYLE LYRICS<br /><br />It's Remble<br />I'm not from LA, I'm from San Pedro<br /><br />[Verse]<br />Write my bars on the paper, they be like cheat codes<br />Type to pull up to the Met Gala in street clothes<br />Don't compare me to no chomos or weak Locs<br />Pop goes the gleek goes, shot clock the weirdo<br />They said on three, but I just bounced out on zero<br />Don't wear no cape, 'cause we go crazier on heros<br />I got a Drac' that make a Deebo go Limbo<br />My blue rag offical, 8th Street to Cabrillo<br />Let me just set the record straight, I'm not from LA, I'm from San Pedro<br />Just ate but I need more chickеn<br />I'm finna teach you how to catch a body, give me four minutеs<br />Dumb nigga, skipped the state and you got more with it (Grande)<br />Heard that niggas hit the county and got tormented<br />Dumb nigga (Grande), pop a opp, another fundraiser<br />You ain't seen nothin' yet, I'm not trippin', I'm just frustrated<br />If you too high to squabble up then why you come faded?<br />You not gon' blow, so cut it out with all that pump fakin' (It's Remble)<br />Never prayed on the weak, but if he swing, I might have to put a brain on the street<br />I'm from the team, better learn how to behave with the beast<br />Sitch, every time I drop I'm gon' get played on repeat (Crip)<br />Every time I left they wished I stayed on the beat<br />Anybody formed against me get displayed on the tee (DC)<br />Since TeeMacc died, I ain't been happy, been talkin' to Drakeo, like ''Why you leave me here with Ralfy?''<br />Remember they tried to take me? Free Cowboy, free Newborn, free Hellcat, free A Street<br />Power up, don't make me air it out at the whole crowd<br />You finna go up, you not fuckin' with us, let us know now<br />We lost The Ruler as depressing as it is<br />GoodFinesse don't got no squabble, niggas dropped you like a six (You a bitch)<br />Like what the fuck? This nigga Ralfy throwin' kicks (He threw a kick?)<br />They runnin' laps, what type of buster shit is this?<br />How many of us is it slidin' like Gretzky?<br />Calvin's a square and Angels just straight zesty<br />All I know about K7, he look musty<br />Fuck with my dirts, but that fat nigga not gon' punk me<br />All that fake shit up on the net really disgust me<br />You niggas dusty, I can't respect that<br />Ay, go back to your jeweler, get your bread back<br />Long live The Ruler, he was here, he woulda bled y'all<br />Uh-oh, shots fired, nigga, stand tall<br />And what's them signs he throwin' up? Blow his hands off<br />Drop 50 on a fuck nigga, Zach Randolph<br />I've been trippin' since a young nigga, playin' handball<br />Remember callin' duty on some niggas, no Vanguard<br />Snow bunny, but this bitty got a black heart<br />Don't got no money? Get this bitch up out my black truck<br />Them boy's turn into City Girls when we act up<br />I'll slap a silly fat fuck, you could be by plenty bitches and don't crack nothin'<br />It ain't shit to turn it back up, take him to school, I'm finna send him with a packed lunch<br />And bystanders get a portion if they that tough<br />No back and forth, I made a fortune off this rap stuff<br />I'll bet my life they can't rap with me<br />Take it back, I'll smoke some spice with you
