Never Tell Freestyle lyrics

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Have you ever made a promise to never tell?
Have you ever ran a fade in the county jail?
Sittin' 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 b*tches tappin' in
Sneak dissin', 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 n*ggas Petеr Pan
Aye bro, that's your enemy, why you ain't fight thе man?
You just told the hold dorm that is was on sight with him (Run that sh*t up, Robbie, ayy)
Remble cold, all these b*tches want some pipe from him (Ayy)
Got to squabble, don't no n*gga 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 sh*t (Ayy)
Why you wanna fight me? You should fight your b*tch
You mad at the next n*gga cause she liked the di*k
You better watch who you pressin', you might get hit
I don't wanna fade no more, you could fight the stick
This n*gga want a fade, I don't do no tapers
I just blew his mind, thought it was a no brainer
Man I swear these n*ggas 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 b*tches thinkin' that I want them, I just want cooch
b*tch, the only women that I love is my f*ckin' mama
Only b*tch put money on my books was Latashiana
Keep a rocket in my pocket, any n*gga 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 n*ggas 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 n*ggas 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 n*ggas 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 sh*t be knockin'
He keep his foot on n*ggas knecks, he's Derek Chauvin
I am not these other n*ggas, I'm really poppin'
Popped a n*gga in the store and continued shoppin' (It's Remble)