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letra de not like us freestyle - remble

[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 ch0m-s 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 n-gga, skipped the state and you got more with it (grande)
heard that n-gga hit the county and got tormented
dumb n-gga (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 h-llcat, free a street
power up, don’t make me air it out at the whole crowd
you finna go up, you not f-ckin’ with us, let us know now
we lost the ruler as depressing as it is
goodfinesse don’t got no squabble, n-ggas dropped you like a six (you a b-tch)
like what the f-ck? this n-gga ralfy throwin’ kicks (he threw a kick?)
they runnin’ laps, what type of buster sh-t 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
f-ck with my dirts, but that fat n-gga not gon’ punk me
all that fake sh-t up on the net really disgust me
you n-ggas 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, n-gga, stand tall
and what’s them signs he throwin’ up? blow his hands off
drop 50 on a f-ck n-gga, zach randolph
i’ve been trippin’ since a young n-gga, playin’ handball
remember callin’ duty on some n-ggas, no vanguard
snow bunny, but this bitty got a black heart
don’t got no money? get this b-tch up out my black truck
them boy’s turn into city girls when we act up
i’ll slap a silly fat f-ck, you could be by plenty b-tches and don’t crack nothin’
it ain’t sh-t 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 f-ck your name up
n-ggas always actin’ like they wanna dance but can’t crump
not gon’ be no phase two, ’cause they can’t get through phase one
k7 need to lose some weight, that n-gga built like faizon (ay, fat cuz)
that ain’t no wock’, that’s a trish 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-f-ck, it’s some sh-t on me
more dog sh-t 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, ay
n-ggas nerves could have played the accordion, ay
cancel christmas, i’ll be breakin’ the ornaments
get up, b-tch, come on, you gotta be more practical
just be yourself, you don’t gotta be on t-st-cl-s
i seen that tweet, i’m like ”that boy right on schedule”
guess side tooth tryna keep that sh-t professional
you ain’t listen to the last round meat head?
pay attention, you sayin’ the same sh-t 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’mma do to you
them n-ggas know why i ain’t show up at that funeral
hey, but suckers be on sucker sh-t, 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 your in is lookin’ critical
with triple a, but i’ma product at the general
apologizing it might not have to get physical
like n-ggas psyche, might just spot me in your living room
double c, i’m from the deuce, i need collateral
stop cussin’ in the back of a humvee and make it flammable
grab me gas, another drop, another article
put scope on the chopper for any n-gga think they sparkies
grand avenue trophies, go ask about us, we be parkin’ sh-t
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
f-ck n-gga, stop playin’ ‘fore i start somethin’
somebody better check his pulse, make sure his heart pumpin’
keep playin’ with the waters till you see a shark comin’
threw some right crosses at they draw like i was shot puttin’
like keep it real, if i thought your career was promisin’
same song a 100 different beats, that sh-t be comedy

- remble

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