Rembrandt...Run It Back
Dreamville & J. Cole Lyrics


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(You don't give a damn, then we don't give a fuck)
(On God, I been waitin' for one of y'all pussy niggas to buck)
(Still starving, ribs touching)
(Touch the team and you get touched like home screen buttons)
(Hoes scream loud, Jennifer Hudson when them thangs start bustin') uh, alright

Shit talkin', lick talk
Pissed off, stick talk
Diss track, get mad
Rap niggas big trash
Your squad, my squad
Mismatched, piss ants
Cheese chase, gym rats
Picture paint, Rembrandts
Tree trunk, thin branch
I leave, come back
This fall, diss all y'all niggas I came up with
My, what a bit of a change up
These niggas lame, we in minimal danger
I got the banger, just give me the next
My nigga put me in the game and I'm ready to flame, I'm anxious (yeah)
Put the motherfuckin' bank on it

Big nuts hangin', big bucks bringin', fuck 'em all
No slut 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, 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 niggas tend to fuck 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 lettuce that it is
I been got my mama, I'll get off of this
I'm fucking the game, you niggas is lame
You won't even get a little head out of this
Bet I'ma miss, you niggas is dense
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 there look tacky
Yeah, I'm the GOAT, no nigga, 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, nigga

(You don't give a damn, then we don't give a fuck)
(On God, I been waitin' for one of y'all pussy niggas to buck)
(Still starving, ribs touching)
(Touch the team and you get touched like home screen buttons)
(Hoes scream loud, Jennifer Hudson when them thangs start bustin'

Ay, ay, nigga, ay, ay
Ay, yo, uh-uh
Ay, yo
Ay, ain't this that, um
Ay, ain't 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
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
Nigga don't get killed tryna run a

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to "Rembrandt...Run It Back" by Dreamville Dreamville JID J. Cole Vince Staples is about boasting one's accomplishments and threatening anyone who dares to cross them. The opening lines "You don't give a damn, then we don't give a fuck" signify the tough and no-nonsense attitude of the rappers. The lyrics also reference the struggles of living in poverty and the dangers that come with being involved in crime, with lines like "Still starving, ribs touching" and "Crack rock slangin' on blacktop pavement, tryna ball." The chorus emphasizes the message that if you mess with the Dreamville team, you'll face the consequences.


The verses are filled with wordplay and clever rhymes, showcasing the rappers' skills. JID and Vince Staples' verses have darker imagery, referencing guns and violence, while J. Cole's verse is more introspective and reflective of his success. The song ends with a spoken word piece that serves as a bookend to the opening lines.


Overall, "Rembrandt...Run It Back" is a gritty and powerful track that highlights the talent of the Dreamville collective and their ability to craft intricate and thought-provoking lyrics.


Line by Line Meaning

You don't give a damn, then we don't give a fuck
We don't care about those who don't care about us.


On God, I been waitin' for one of y'all pussy niggas to buck
I have been patiently waiting for someone to challenge me.


Still starving, ribs touching
I am still hungry and struggling.


Touch the team and you get touched like home screen buttons
If you mess with me or my team, we will retaliate.


Hoes scream loud, Jennifer Hudson when them thangs start bustin', uh, alright
Women scream loudly when guns are fired, like Jennifer Hudson did.


Shit talkin', lick talk
Talking nonsense and boasting without actually doing anything.


Pissed off, stick talk
Angry talk that is meant to intimidate.


Diss track, get mad
A song that insults someone and makes them angry.


Rap niggas big trash
Most rap musicians are terrible at what they do.


Your squad, my squad
My team is better than your team.


Mismatched, piss ants
Your team is weak and disorganized.


Cheese chase, gym rats
Always chasing after money and material things, like rats in a maze.


Picture paint, Rembrandts
Creating vivid and artistic mental pictures.


Tree trunk, thin branch
Strong foundation, but weak extensions.


I leave, come back
I am always in demand and never forgotten.


This fall, diss all y'all niggas I came up with
I will not hold back in criticizing my peers.


My, what a bit of a change up
Things are evolving and changing rapidly.


These niggas lame, we in minimal danger
My haters are weak and not a real threat.


I got the banger, just give me the next
I have the weapon, just tell me who to attack next.


My nigga put me in the game and I'm ready to flame, I'm anxious (yeah)
My friend gave me a chance to succeed, and now I am eager to show what I can do.


Put the motherfuckin' bank on it
Bet everything you have on me, because I will not disappoint.


Big nuts hangin', big bucks bringin', fuck 'em all
I have confidence and wealth, and do not care about anyone else.


No slut shamin', money in the Cayman, I'm appalled
I do not judge women for their sexuality, and am ashamed of the wealthy hoarding their money offshore.


Niggas swear they bangin', Feds got 'em singin' on the squad
Some pretend to be dangerous, but will quickly rat out their friends to the police.


Crack rock slangin' on blacktop pavement, tryna ball
Selling drugs on the street in order to make money and live well.


Line 'em up on the wall, three deep, final call
When it is time for a showdown, we will face our enemies.


Knee-deep, squeeze three, beep beep, Tylenol
I will shoot multiple times and take care of my enemies quickly and efficiently.


Pulled up, one deep, no squad, just me
I can handle things on my own, without needing a team.


Just God, no prob', real niggas tend to fuck wit' me
I have faith in God and do not worry, and real people respect and appreciate me.


No jewelry, no stunt for me
I do not need to show off my wealth or possessions.


Just a Bentley truck, and an empty cup of whatever that is
I have a nice car and a drink, but am not concerned with material possessions.


You too concerned 'bout how clever that is
You are too fixated on trying to be clever or cool.


Me, I'm concerned how much bread that it is
I am more focused on making money.


Or lettuce that it is
Or making sure I have enough to survive.


I been got my mama, I'll get off of this
I have already taken care of my mother, and will continue to work hard.


I'm fucking the game, you niggas is lame
I am succeeding in my field, while others are not.


You won't even get a little head out of this
You will not even receive recognition for your efforts.


Bet I'ma miss, you niggas is dense
I am likely to fail, while you are too simple-minded to see your own shortcomings.


My hits goin' over the fence
My successes are surpassing expectations.


How is you niggas so rich? I'm not so convinced
I am skeptical of other people's riches and the means by which they obtained them.


My wrist costin' more than your whip
I spent more money on my watch than you did on your car.


And I don't wear that no more, that shit there look tacky
I no longer wear that watch because it looks cheap.


Yeah, I'm the GOAT, no nigga, don't at me
I am the greatest of all time, and do not need people to argue or challenge me on that.


Put on your coat, the world gon' get colder
Prepare yourself, things are about to get tough.


This is my year, don't say I ain't told you, nigga
I am going to have a successful year, and do not want anyone to doubt me.




Lyrics Β© Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Destin Route, Jermaine L. Cole, John Christopher Welch III, Kal Banks, Vincent Staples

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@isaahwilder2346

Saw vince and cracked my Damn screen tapping so hard

@keenannash2947

Hell yea. I saw Cole, Vince, and JID on a track and knew it had to be flames.

@hakeemsesay15

I am mad he had only 25 secs man!!!!!!

@consciousthoughtz5318

25 secs of trash

@keenannash2947

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@hakeemsesay15

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