Rembrandt...Run It Back (Explicit)

Rembrandt...Run It Back (Explicit) - Dreamville/J.I.D/J. Cole (J. 科爾)/Vince Staples

Lyrics by：Jermaine Cole/Destin Route/Vincent Staples/Kalon Berry

Composed by：Jermaine Cole/Destin Route/Vincent Staples/Kalon Berry

JID：

You don't give a d**n then we don't give a f**k

On God I been waitin' for one of y'all p***y n***as to buck

Still starving ribs touching

Touch the team and you get touched like homescreen buttons

H*es scream loud Jennifer Hudson when them thangs start bustin'

Alright

JID：

S**t talk and slick talk

Pissed off stick talk

Diss track get mad

Rap n***as 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 n***as I came up with

My what a bit of a change up

These n***as lame we in minimal danger

I got the banger just give me the next

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

Put the motherf**kin' bank on it

J. Cole：

Big nuts hangin' big bucks bringin' f**k 'em all

No slut shamin' money in the Cayman I'm appalled

N***as 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 n***as tend to f**k 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 f**king the game you n***as is lame

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

Bet I'ma miss you n***as is dense my hits goin' over the fence

How is you n***as so rich I'm not so convinced my wrist costin' more than your whip

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

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

JID：

You don't give a d**n then we don't give a f**k

On God I been waitin' for one of y'all p***y n***as to buck

Still starving ribs touching

Touch the team and you get touched like homescreen buttons

H*es scream loud Jennifer Hudson when them thangs start bustin'

Vince Staples：

Ayy ayy n***a ayy ayy

Ayy yo uh uh

Ayy yo

Ayy ain't this that um

Ayy ain't this the Dreamville s**t this the um

Vince Staples：

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

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