Remble - NOT LIKE US FREESTYLE lyrics

It's Remble
I'm not from LA, I'm from San Pedro

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 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 f**kin' 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 f**k? 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
F**k 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
Ayy, 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 f**k 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 f**k
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
F**k your name up
Niggas 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 nigga 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**k, 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, ay
Niggas nerves could have
Played the accordion, ay
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'mma 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 your
In is lookin' critical with triple A
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 f**k nigga
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 jaw
Like I was shot puttin' i keep it real
If I thought your career was promisin'
Same song a hundred different beats
That shit be comedy