Never Tell Freestyle

(album: IT'S REMBLE - 2021)

Have you ever made a promise to never tell?
Have you ever ran a fade in the county jail?
Sitting 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 bitches tapping in
Sneak dissing, got me clutching on my strap again
Please don't get me suiting up in all black again
All types of "free me"s, I'm in high demand
These boys living fairytales, you niggas Peter Pan
Aye bro, that's your enemy, why you ain't fight the man?
You just told the hold dorm that is was on sight with him (Run that shit up, Robbie, ayy)
Remble cold, all these bitches want some pipe from him (Ayy)
Got to squabble, don't no nigga wanna fight from him (Ayy)
If I lose, I guarantee I'll take his life from him (Ayy)
On the street, I shoot guns, I can't fight for shit (Ayy)
Why you wanna fight me? You should fight your bitch
You mad at the next nigga cause she liked the dick
You better watch who you pressing, you might get hit
I don't wanna fade no more, you could fight the stick
This nigga want a fade, I don't do no tapers
I just blew his mind, thought it was a no brainer
Man I swear these niggas 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 acting tough up on the gram 'fore I expose you
These four-five shells and nine shells will dome you
These bitches thinking that I want them, I just want cooch
Bitch, the only women that I love is my fucking mama
Only bitch put money on my books was Latashiana
Keep a rocket in my pocket, any nigga want the drama
Any problems, here my Nina, up and politely solve 'em
They don't know who killed that man, I'm the one who shot him (Ayy)
Where's the gun that you used? Bikini Bottom (Ayy)
They don't know who stripped that boy, I'm the one who robbed him (Ayy)
The four-five had him running, I'm the one who caught him (Ayy)
I'm the reason certain niggas is breathing still
I'm in the hood or at my granny's, I'm a easy kill
I do the killing when I'm sober, I don't need a pill
You niggas ain't living like that, let's just keep it real
I got a four-five Smith, ain't talking Will
Banana clip on the chop got niggas peeled
All my opps that's alive, they live in fear
All these hollow tips and nines, they end careers
Play that Remble in your car, his shit be knocking
He keep his foot on niggas knecks, he's Derek Chauvin
I am not these other niggas, I'm really popping
Popped a nigga in the store and continued shopping (It's Remble)