REMBLE - NOT LIKE US FREESTYLE LYRICS
REMBLE - NOT LIKE US FREESTYLE LYRICS
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 niggas 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 might 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
GoodFinesse don't got no squabble, niggas dropped you like a six (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 disgust me
You niggas dusty, I can't respect that
Ay, go back to your jeweler, get your bread back
Long live The Ruler, he was here, he woulda 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
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 niggas 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 might 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
GoodFinesse don't got no squabble, niggas dropped you like a six (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 disgust me
You niggas dusty, I can't respect that
Ay, go back to your jeweler, get your bread back
Long live The Ruler, he was here, he woulda 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