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Rembrandt Run It Back
J. Cole
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Y'all don't give a damn and we don't give a fuck
On God, been waitin' from the yard, fuck
Still starvin', ribs touchin'
Touch the team and you get touched like home screen buttons
Home screen loud, Jennifer Hudson when them things start bustin'
Alright, niggas talkin' slick talk, pissed off, stick talk
Diss track, get mad, rap bitch, big trash
Your squad, my squad, mismatch, piss ants
Cheese chase, gym rats, picture paint, Rembrandts
Tree trunk, thin branch, I leave, come back
This fall, this all y'all niggas came up with?
Mine with a bit of a change up
These niggas lame, we in minimal danger
I got the banger, just give me the names
My niggas put me in the game and I'm ready to flame
I'm anxious, put the motherfuckin' bank on it
Yeah
Big niggas hangin', big bucks bringin', fuck 'em all
No shit shamin', money in the Cayman, I'm appalled
Niggas swear they bangin', feds got 'em singin'
On the squad, crack rock slangin' on blacktop pavement
Time to ball, line 'em up, on the wall
Breathe deep, final call
Knee deep, squeeze three
Beep beep, Tylenol
Pulled up, one deep, no squad, just me
Just God, no prob, real niggas tend to fuck with me
No jewelry, no stunt for me
Just a Bentley truck and an empty cup of whatever that is
You too concerned 'bout how clever that is
Me, I'm concerned how much bread that it is, or letters, that is
I binged out my mama, I'll jet off of this
I'm fuckin' the game, you niggas is lame
You won't even get a lil' head out of this
Bet I'ma miss, you niggas is diss, my hits goin' over the fence
How is you niggas so rich? I'm not so convinced
My wrist costin' more than your whip
And I don't wear that no more, that shit a lil' tacky
Yeah, I'm the GOAT, no, niggas don't at me
Put on your coat, the world gon' get colder
This is my year, don't say I ain't told you
Y'all don't give a damn and we don't give a fuck
On God, been waitin' from the yard, fuck
Still starvin', ribs touchin'
Touch the team and you get touched like home screen buttons
Home screen loud, Jennifer Hudson when them things start bustin'
Ayy, ayy, nigga, ayy, ayy
Ayo, uh-uh
Ayo
Ayy, ayy, this that, um
Ayy, ayy, this the Dreamville shit, this the, um
I had a dream, I had a Glock, I had a beam, run it back
I had a dream, she in Celine, I'm in Supreme, run it back
Yeah, I had a dream, I had the guap, I had the green, run it back
Ready to go, ready to score, ready for war, run it back
I'm finna bring the summer back
I'm finna bring the Hummer back
Snuck my gun in the function, I bust, he not comin' back
Thumbin' racks, hundred stacks
Police killed 'bout a hundred blacks
Don't get killed tryna run a lap
Don't get killed tryna run a lap
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