[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 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'ma 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

Good Finesse don't got no squabble, niggas dropped you like a Sitch (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 disgusting

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 would've 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 actually

Wake your game up before you fuck your name up

Niggas always actin' like they wanna dance but can't krump

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 (Ayy, fat cuz)

That ain't no Wock', that's a Tris' 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-fuck, 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, ayy

Niggas nerds, could have played the accordion, ayy

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'ma 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 you're in is lookin' critical

With AAA, 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

Fuck nigga, stop playin' 'fore I start somethin'

Somebody better check his pulse, make sure his heart pumpin'

Keep playin' with the waters 'til you see a shark comin'

Threw some right crosses at they jaw like I was shot puttin'

Ayy, keep it real, if I thought your career was promisin'

Same song, a hundred different beats, that shit be comedy