Listen to Rembrandt...Run It Back song with lyrics from Dreamville

Rembrandt...Run It Back

Dreamville, J. Cole, Vince Staples5 Jul 2019

Rembrandt...Run It Back Lyrics

作曲 : Jermaine Cole/Destin Route/Vincent Staples/Kalon Berry

作词 : Jermaine Cole/Destin Route/Vincent Staples/Kalon Berry

You don't give a damn, then we don’t give a ****

On God, I been waitin' for one of y'all ***** ****** to buck

Still starving, ribs touching

Touch the team and you get touched like homescreen buttons

Hoes scream loud, Jennifer Hudson when them thangs start bustin’

Alright

**** talk and slick talk

Pissed off, stick talk

Diss track, get mad

Rap ****** big trash

Your squad, my squad

Mismatched, pissants

Cheese chase, gym rats

Picture paint, Rembrandts

Tree trunk, thin branch

I leave, come back

This fall, diss all y'all ****** I came up with

My, what a bit of a change up

These ****** lame, we in minimal danger

I got the banger, just give me the next

My ***** put me in the game and I'm ready to flame, I'm anxious

Put the ************' bank on it

Big nuts hangin', big bucks bringin', **** 'em all

No slut shamin’, money in the Cayman, I’m appalled

****** swear they bangin', feds got ’em singin on the squad

Crack rock slangin' on blacktop pavement, tryna ball

Line 'em up on the wall, three deep, final call

Knee-deep, squeeze three, beep beep, Tylenol

Pulled up, one deep, no squad, just me

Just God, no prob', real ****** tend to **** wit’ 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 it is

I been got my mama, I'll get off of this

I'm ******* the game, you ****** is lame

You won't even get a little head out of this

Bet I'ma miss, you ****** is dense,

My hits goin' over the fence

How is you ****** so rich? I'm not so convinced,

My wrist costin' more than your whip

And I don't wear that no more, that **** there look tacky

Yeah, I'm the G.O.A.T., no *****, 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, *****

You don't give a damn, then we don't give a ****

On God, I been waitin' for one of y'all ***** ****** to buck

Still starving, ribs touching

Touch the team and you get touched like homescreen buttons

Hoes scream loud, Jennifer Hudson when them thangs start bustin'

Ayy, ayy, *****, ayy, ayy

Ayy, yo, uh-uh

Ayy, yo

Ayy, ain't this that, um...

Ayy, ain't this the Dreamville ****? 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

Y'all had the dream, I had the guap,

I hit 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 coming back

Dummy racks, hundred stacks

Police killed 'bout a hundred blacks

Don't get killed tryna run a lap

***** don't get killed tryna run a...

 

 

***Lyrics are from third-parties***

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Mubanga Shabani Kasongo

fuck them all...