Never Tell Freestyle

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 bitches tappin' in
Sneak dissin' got me clutching on my strap again
Please don’t get me suited up in all black again
All types of free me’s, I’ma hide the man
These boys living fairytals, you niggas Peter Pan
Aye bro, that’s your nemy, why you ain’t fight the man?
You just told the hold dorm that is was on sight with him
Remble cold, all these bitches want some pipe from him
Got to squabble, don’t no nigga wanna 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 want to fight me? You should fight your bitch
You mad at the next nigga 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 nigga want a fade, I don’t do no tapers
I just buzzed mine, 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 actin' tough up on the gram before I expose you
These .45 shells and .9 shells will dome you
These bitches thinkin' that I want them, I just want cooch
Bitch, the only women that I love is my fuckin' mama
Only bitch put money on my books was Latashiana
Keep a rocket in my pocket if any nigga want the drama
Any problems, here my mind 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. 45 had him running, I’m the one who caught him
I’m the reason certain niggas is breathing still
I’m in the hood or at my granny’s, I’ma easy kill
I do killin' when I’m sober, I don’t need a pill
You niggas ain’t livin' like that, let’s just keep it real
I got a .45 Smith not 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 .9s, they aim for rears
Play that Remble in your car, his shit be knockin'
He keep his foot on niggas knecks, he’s Derek Chauvin
I am no these other niggas, I’m really poppin'
Popped a nigga in the store and continued shoppin'