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otm – where’s remble? (not like us freestyle) lyrics

[intro: duffy]
sh+t, clown n+gga, huh

[refrain: duffy]
it’s la, we ain’t beefin’, you from san pedro

[verse 1: duffy & blue pesos]
ain’t we been bled you, n+gga? you can’t use the lingo
that was two years ago, you should quit the meat holdin’
and if you never come outside, them lyrics don’t mean nothin’
sh+t, where the f+ck is remble at?
we in the dodgers holding sticks and it ain’t baseball bats
hollow tips, i’ll leave some sh+lls in his durag
n+ggas grown men rockin’ mcm backpacks
n+ggas not like us, n+ggas not like that
sold yo soul to a label, you’ll never get that back
musty white tees and busted forces, know you kidding, right?
f&ns, i have a n+gga dancing like he finna fight
roll bounce, n+gga, wеar your jewels ’cause minе hitting right
like, where that n+gga remble? never ’round, let’s just k!ll the hype
gold t++th, please, drakeo wouldn’t allow that foolery
if you was really from the gang, then why you ain’t get a buddha piece?
you was cool ’til we found out you was touching kids
i’d rather go outside in champion before mcm (sh+t, for real)
i ain’t drakeo, but i still bet i’ll shoot the same
bop and get the safe and make the big bank uchi face
it took you two years to write that verse, you been put to shame
your big homies callin’, sayin’, “stop, wait for mc j”
put your hands down and box the chop, this ain’t mma
ayy, say my name in your song, that’s a big mistake
yeah, i was actin’ as a kid, but you actin’ today
how many piece up on my neck? i know you can’t relate, sh+t, n+gga, f+ck
[refrain: duffy]
it’s l.a., we ain’t beefin’, you from san pedro

[verse 2: duffy & blue pesos]
it must be somethin’ we don’t know
three years you been rappin’, you ain’t never did no show?
you ain’t never been outside, why you dissin’ in your song?
bald head ’cause he stressin’, he know his career over
10k in your mouth, yeah, i know that sh+t stink
if he go against the mussle, we gon’ make his ship sink
where this block at? we’ll turn it to a track meet
you ain’t never had may+ling safe in your backseat
i’m with the real members, 6+0 locs and west b’s
you from san pedro? where you at? we on your street
we tried to let the n+gga live, like, “why the f+ck he mention me?”
no love lost, long live the don, we still stincs
look, that song was cool, but they got this one on repeat
he sayin’ i ain’t drakeo, like was that supposed to offend me?
fa, fa, fa, fa, fa, now it’s empty
san pedro is the new ingleweird, why you diss me?
i’m on the block, got a couple locs with me
you the type of n+gga that go partying with p diddy
weird n+gga, ayy, tell him pop out in the real trenches
opp lover, get your sh+t together, hmm, silly billy
you got the b+tches staring hard as if the patches are the nike sweats
this chop rode the short bus, but you? you look special ed
pull up on the block with ten crips, but all i see is red
long john to touch a n+gga head, now we missing hair
ayy, otm vs. a nerd? this is not fair
watch your mouth, you talkin’ to a real black belt
finally dropped, the label had you on that one shelf
keep drakeo’s name out your mouth or get dealt with
[refrain: blue pesos]
hmm, it’s l.a., we ain’t beefin’, you from san pedro

[verse 3: blue pesos & duffy]
and the batmobile coupe, how you drive this?
we the ones that keep the truth alive, let me remind you
we got foreigns, it ain’t sh+t for us to slide through
he asked for it, we been coolin’ on some fly sh+t
sometimes you gotta pop out and show n+ggas
you ain’t never did that, you’s a studio banger
otm ballin’ like the showtime lakers
your song took two weeks and we took one hour
k like a panther, have a opp screaming “black power”
if he think he f+ckin’ with us, he off white powder
leave chalks on the block, then he heard tires
major league ball, don’t know the truth, this is not the minors

[refrain: duffy]
it’s la, we ain’t beefin’, you from san pedro

[outro: duffy]
n+gga, don’t you got sickle cell or somethin’? n+gga, alopecia, n+gga
n+gga, you’s a geek, n+gga
n+gga, slap fire off yo stupid ass, n+gga

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