[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
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