Never Tell Freestyle

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 on the shelf

It's Remble

I guess it's time for me to rap again

Freestyle over the phone, got bitches tappin' in

Sneak dissing got me clutching on my strap again

Please don't get me suitin' up in all black again

All types of Free Me's, I'm in high demand

These boys living fairytales, you **** Peter Pan

Ay bro, that's your enemy, why you ain't fight the man?

You just told the whole dorm it was on sight with him (Run that shit up, Robbie, ayy)

Remble cold, all these bitches want some pipe from him

Gotta squabble, don't no **** want no 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 shit

Why you wanna fight me? You should fight your bitch

You mad at the next **** 'cause she liked the dick

You better watch who you pressin', you might get hit

I don't wanna fade no more, you could fight the stick

This **** want a fade, I don't do no tapers

I just blew his mind, thought it was a no brainer

Man I swear these **** 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 'fore I expose you

These four-five shells and nine shells will dome you

These bitches thinkin' that I want them, I just want cooch

Bitch, the only woman that I love is my fuckin' mama

The only bitch put money on my books was LaTashiana

Keep a rocket in my pocket, any **** want the drama

Any problems here, my nine will up and politely solve 'em

They don't know who killed 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 four-five had him running, I'm the one who caught him

I'm the reason certain **** is breathin' still

I'm in the hood or at my granny's, I'm a easy kill

I do the killin' when I'm sober, I don't need a pill

You **** ain't livin' like that, let's just keep it real

I got a four-five Smith, ain't talkin' Will

Banana clip on the chop got **** 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 knockin'

He keeps his foot on **** necks, he's Derek Chauvin

I am not these other ****, I'm really poppin'

Popped a **** in the store and continued shoppin' (It's Remble)