[Verse 1]

Buckle up as we enter the Squid Game

Take a bullet, experience real fame

Bodies ordered up, take a look at the kill cam

And how the people scattered as soon as the bill came

If you hang with 'em, you can get popped too

Pardon me if I'm thinking like Sang-woo

Pardon Smokey, his presence would be a blessin'

Pardon CJ and Doe if you can too

[Verse 2]

Glock 19X was friend one

360 wave processor shot was friend two

Last time my opposite said somethin'

He was laid out on the ground on Fox News

They crashin' out and they want me to crash too

Police took my brothers, put me in a bad mood

"Remble, you got a bag, you good, though," that's true

My people missin' meals, and I don't want my friend's food

Instead of dropping it, can you keep the dime?

Can a Christian man get on demon time?

Can I pop my pistol at an opp if I see the guy?

Am I wrong for not feeling remorse when I seen him die?

Don't let them make you feel like I'm a bad dude

Like police officers in the county ain't mad rude

And Crash lifting up people shirts for they tattoos

Please don't tell 'em nothing when you get in that room

[Verse 3]

He's on a four-kill streak, here's a care package

All black, Nike Tech fit and some Air Forces

I was on the block with White girl, Jodi Arias

Remember I was tryna sell water to an Aquarius

Mundo, Smith & Wesson on me, it was two-tone

To go on a mission was just like putting your shoes on

Put-ons, two claps, welcome you to a new home

Don't lack, .223's hitting you if you move wrong

[Outro]

Who is it?

It's Remble