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remble - never tell freestyle lyrics

[verse]
have you ever made a promise to never tell?
have you ever ran a fade in the county jail?
sittin’ in the cell, half a million dollar bail
know you gon’ prevail but they got you in the shelf
it’s remble, i guess it’s time for me to rap again
freestyle over the phone, got b+tches tappin’ in
sneak dissin’ got me clutching on my strap again
please don’t get me suited up in all black again
all types of free me’s, i’ma hide the man
these boys living fairytalеs, you n+ggas peter pan
aye bro, that’s your еnemy, why you ain’t fight the man?
you just told the hold dorm that is was on sight with him
remble cold, all these b+tches want some pipe from him
got to squabble, don’t no n+gga wanna fight from him
if i lose i guarantee i take his life from him
on the street, i shoot guns, i can’t fight for sh+t
why you want to fight me? you should fight your b+tch
you mad at the next n+gga cause she liked the d+ck
you better watch who you pressin’, you might get hit
i don’t wanna fade no more, you could fight the stick
this n+gga want a fade, i don’t do no tapers
i just buzzed mine, thought it was a no brainer
man i swear these n+ggas broke, they don’t get no paper
i ran it up by myself, i ain’t get no favors
sit on the bench and watch me ball like you supposed to
stop actin’ tough up on the gram before i expose you
these .45 sh+lls and .9 sh+lls will dome you
these b+tches thinkin’ that i want them, i just want cooch
b+tch, the only women that i love is my f+ckin’ mama
only b+tch put money on my books was latashiana
keep a rocket in my pocket if any n+gga want the drama
any problems, here my mind up and politely solve ’em
they don’t know who k!lled that man, i’m the one who shot him
where’s the gun that you used? bikini bottom
they don’t know who stripped that boy, i’m the one who robbed him
the . 45 had him running, i’m the one who caught him
i’m the reason certain n+ggas is breathing still
i’m in the hood or at my granny’s, i’ma easy k!ll
i do k!llin’ when i’m sober, i don’t need a pill
you n+ggas ain’t livin’ like that, let’s just keep it real
i got a .45 smith not talking will
banana clip on the chop got n+ggas peeled
all my opps that’s alive they live in fear
all these hollow tips and .9s, they aim for rears
play that remble in your car, his sh+t be knockin’
he keep his foot on n+ggas knecks, he’s derek chauvin
i am no these other n+ggas, i’m really poppin’
popped a n+gga in the store and continued shoppin’

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