NOT LIKE US FREESTYLE

[Intro] It's Remble I'm not from LA, I'm from San Pedro [Verse] Write my bars on the paper, they be like cheat codes Type to pull up to the Met Gala in street clothes Don't compare me to no chomos or weak Locs Pop goes the gleek goes, shot clock the weirdo They said on three, but I just bounced out on zero Don't wear no cape, 'cause we go crazier on heros I got a Drac' that make a Deebo go Limbo My blue rag offical, 8th Street to Cabrillo Let me just set the record straight I'm not from LA, I'm from San Pedro Just ate but I need more chickеn I'm finna teach you how to catch a body, give me four minutеs Dumb nigga, skipped the state and you got more with it (Grande) Heard that nigga hit the county and got tormented Dumb nigga (Grande), pop a opp, another fundraiser You ain't seen nothin' yet, I'm not trippin', I'm just frustrated If you too high to squabble up then why you come faded? You not gon' blow, so cut it out with all that pump fakin' (It's Remble) Never prayed on the weak, but if he swing, I'ma have to put a brain on the street I'm from the Team, better learn how to behave with the beast Sitch, every time I drop I'm gon' get played on repeat (Crip) Every time I left, they wished I stayed on the beat Anybody formed against me get displayed on the tee (DC) Since TeeMacc died, I ain't been happy Been talkin' to Drakeo like ''Why you leave me here with Ralfy?'' Remember they tried to take me? Free Cowboy, free Newborn, free Hellcat, free A Street Power up, don't make me air it out at the whole crowd You finna go up, you not fuckin' with us, let us know now We lost the Ruler as depressing as it is Good Finesse don't got no squabble, niggas dropped you like a Sitch (You a bitch) Like what the fuck? This nigga Ralfy throwin' kicks (He threw a kick?) They runnin' laps, what type of buster shit is this? How many of us is it slidin' like Gretzky? Calvin's a square and Angels just straight zesty All I know about K7, he look musty Fuck with my dirts, but that fat nigga not gon' punk me All that fake shit up on the net really disgusting You niggas dusty, I can't respect that Ayy, go back to your jeweler, get your bread back Long live the Ruler, he was here, he would've bled y'all Uh-oh, shots fired, nigga, stand tall And what's them signs he throwin' up? Blow his hands off Drop 50 on a fuck nigga, Zach Randolph I've been trippin' since a young nigga, playin' handball Remember callin' duty on some niggas, no Vanguard Snow bunny, but this bitty got a black heart Don't got no money? Get this bitch up out my black truck Them boy's turn into City Girls when we act up I'll slap a silly fat fuck You could be by plenty bitches and don't crack nothin' It ain't shit to turn it back up Take him to school, I'm finna send him with a packed lunch And bystanders get a portion if they that tough No back and forth, I made a fortune off this rap stuff I'll bet my life they can't rap with me Take it back, I'll smoke some spice with you actually Wake your game up before you fuck your name up Niggas always actin' like they wanna dance but can't krump Not gon' be no phase two, 'cause they can't get through phase one K7 need to lose some weight, that nigga built like Faizon (Ayy, fat cuz) That ain't no Wock', that's a Tris' belly He'll put them Percs down eventually Although I don't let nothin' get to me Y'all was playin' cool, so the switch up offended me Anyway, oh-fuck, it's some shit on me More dog shit than your lil' homies' big homie My grandchildren just witnessed a victory I'm from Second Street, welcome to Germany Shoot that M70 like a Serbian Get that boy over here like I'm Scorpion, ayy Niggas nerds, could have played the accordion, ayy Cancel Christmas, I'll be breakin' the ornaments Get up, bitch, come on, you gotta be more practical Just be yourself, you don't gotta be on testicles I seen that tweet, I'm like ''That boy right on schedule'' Guess side tooth tryna keep that shit professional You ain't listen to the last round meat head? Pay attention, you sayin' the same shit that he said Blue Pesos will never be Drakeo Jayce Dempsey got Barney on payroll House party, it's a concert in the back Heard that girl was 16 and y'all was grabbin' on her ass (All bad) Hope it didn't get no crazier than that (Oh, man) Don't try to tell me you was faded off the Yak When I see you it ain't nothin' you can say to me Ball your fists, take your ass whoopin' gracefully Parked car, don't think you know what I'ma do to you Them niggas know why I ain't show up at that funeral Hey, but suckers be on sucker shit, that's usual No disrespect to the fam, it was beautiful It's been a minute since the band made a musical You probably make a few more bands in a cubicle Walkin' this down as if I didn't have a vehicle Sir, the condition that you're in is lookin' critical With AAA, but I'ma product at the general Apologizing it might not have to get physical Like niggas psyche, might just spot me in your living room Double C, I'm from the deuce, I need collateral Stuff cuz in the back of a Humvee and make it flammable Grab me gas, another drop, another article Put scope on the chopper for any nigga think they Spartacus Grand Avenue trophies, go ask about us, we be parkin' shit I'm from the city where tough titties turn to carcasses They rap like they was in the streets, but they was far from me Fuck nigga, stop playin' 'fore I start somethin' Somebody better check his pulse, make sure his heart pumpin' Keep playin' with the waters 'til you see a shark comin' Threw some right crosses at they jaw like I was shot puttin' Ayy, keep it real, if I thought your career was promisin' Same song, a hundred different beats, that shit be comedy