Never Tell Freestyle
Remble Lyrics


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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 suitin' up in all black again
All types of "free me"s, I'm in high demand
These boys living fairytales, you niggas Peter Pan
Aye bro, that's your enemy, why you ain't fight the man?
You just told the hold dorm that is was on sight with him (run that shit up, Robbie, ayy)
Remble cold, all these bitches want some pipe from him (ayy)
Got to squabble, don't no nigga wanna fight from him (ayy)
If I lose, I guarantee I'll take his life from him (ayy)
On the street, I shoot guns, I can't fight for shit (ayy)
Why you wanna 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 blew his mind, 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 'fore I expose you
These four-five shells and nine shells will dome you
These bitches thinkin' that I want them, I just want cooch
Bitch, the only woman that I love is my fuckin' mama
Only bitch put money on my books was Latashiana
Keep a rocket in my pocket, any nigga want the drama
Any problems, here my Nina, up and politely solve 'em
They don't know who killed that man, I'm the one who shot him (ayy)
Where's the gun that you used? Bikini Bottom (ayy)
They don't know who stripped that boy, I'm the one who robbed him (ayy)
The four-five had him running, I'm the one who caught him (ayy)
I'm the reason certain niggas is breathin' still
I'm in the hood or at my granny's, I'm a easy kill
I do the 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 four-five Smith, ain't talkin' Will
Banana clip on the chop got niggas peeled
All my opps that's alive, they live in fear
All these hollow tips and nines, they end careers
Play that Remble in your car, his shit be knockin'
He keep his foot on niggas knecks, he's Derek Chauvin




I am not these other niggas, I'm really poppin'
Popped a nigga in the store and continued shoppin' (It's Remble)

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Remble's song Never Tell Freestyle are a reflection of his life experience, which is characterized by violence, crime and the challenges of living as a gangster. The first verse highlights the idea of keeping secrets, promising never to tell, running into trouble with the law, getting arrested, and facing bail charges. Remble's life has been rocky, and he acknowledges that he is in a difficult place. He also acknowledges that he will do his best to survive no matter what.


The second verse is about Remble's experience with people who are in jail, and those who are trying to bring him down. He talks about people who are envious of him, who try to sneak diss him, and who try to challenge him to a fight. Remble challenges his rivals to fight him instead of their women, and he asserts that he is a better shooter than a fighter. He also talks about his love for his mother, and how she is the only woman who has his heart. Remble concludes his rap by boasting about his skills as a killer and asserting that his music is the best.


Line by Line Meaning

Have you ever made a promise to never tell?
Have you ever agreed to keep a secret safe?


Have you ever ran a fade in the county jail?
Have you ever been in a physical fight while incarcerated?


Sittin' in the cell, half a million dollar bail
Being locked up, with a ridiculously high bail amount to be free


Know you gon' prevail but they got you in the shelf
You believe you’ll get through it but currently you're in a difficult position


I guess it's time for me to rap again
It’s time for Remble to start rapping


Freestyle over the phone, got bitches tappin' in
Rapping out of the blue over the phone, and people are hopping in to listen and show interest


Sneak dissin', got me clutching on my strap again
Indirect disses that make Remble uncomfortable to the point he feels the need to protect himself through violence


Please don't get me suitin' up in all black again
Please don't make me prepare myself to a point I'm ready to kill someone again


All types of "free me"s, I'm in high demand
Everyone is demanding to be set free from prison and so does Remble


These boys living fairytales, you niggas Peter Pan
These guys living fake lives, living in imaginary worlds where they never grow up


Aye bro, that's your enemy, why you ain't fight the man?
That person is your opponent, so why don't you confront him instead of avoiding the clash?


You just told the whole dorm that is was on sight with him (run that shit up, Robbie, ayy)
You just told everyone in the cell block that you will jump him on sight without any provocation


Remble cold, all these bitches want some pipe from him (ayy)
Remble is popular and requires no flirting to engage with girls


Got to squabble, don't no nigga wanna fight from him (ayy)
People avoid getting physical with Remble because he is known to win fights


If I lose, I guarantee I'll take his life from him (ayy)
If Remble loses in a fight, he will resort to murder to save his reputation and pride


On the street, I shoot guns, I can't fight for shit (ayy)
It's easier for Remble to shoot a gun than to fight on the streets


Why you wanna fight me? You should fight your bitch
Why are you looking for a fight with Remble? You should fix your personal problems


You mad at the next nigga cause she liked the dick
You’re mad at someone else because your girl slept with them


You better watch who you pressin', you might get hit
Be careful who you confront, violence might be the retaliation


I don't wanna fade no more, you could fight the stick
I'm done with physical fights, you can fight my gun instead


This nigga want a fade, I don't do no tapers
This person wants a fight, but Remble doesn't give in to such requests


I just blew his mind, thought it was a no brainer
Remble devastated his enemy to the point it was unexpectable


Man, I swear these niggas broke, they don't get no paper
These individuals are poor, and have no means of making money


I ran it up by myself, I ain't get no favors
I achieved success only through my hard work without seeking any help from others


Sit on the bench and watch me ball like you supposed to
Just sit back, and watch me do what I was meant to do


Stop actin' tough up on the gram 'fore I expose you
Don’t act tough on social media, or I'll reveal your true identity


These four-five shells and nine shells will dome you
My guns have enough power that can end someone's life with one shot


These bitches thinkin' that I want them, I just want cooch
Women assume Remble wants to be with them but disregards any kind of relationships and is solely interested in sex


Bitch, the only woman that I love is my fuckin' mama
The only woman Remble loves is his mother


Only bitch put money on my books was Latashiana
The only woman supporting Remble while in jail is Latashiana, who put money on his commissary account


Keep a rocket in my pocket, any nigga want the drama
Remble keeps a gun on him for self-protection, and will use it if someone tries to confront him


Any problems, here my Nina, up and politely solve 'em
If there are any issues, Remble will have his gun to solve them, without any hesitation


They don't know who killed that man, I'm the one who shot him (ayy)
No one knows the person responsible for the murder, but it’s Remble


Where's the gun that you used? Bikini Bottom (ayy)
He hid his weapon where no one would ever find it


They don't know who stripped that boy, I'm the one who robbed him (ayy)
No one knows who the thief was, but it was Remble


The four-five had him running, I'm the one who caught him (ayy)
Remble chased the person who was running away from his gun


I'm the reason certain niggas is breathin' still
Remble chose not to kill some of his enemies, and is the reason they're still alive


I'm in the hood or at my granny's, I'm a easy kill
Remble is accessible and can be an easy target for someone looking to harm him


I do the killin' when I'm sober, I don't need a pill
Remble doesn't need drugs to make him kill someone, but he can do it while sober


You niggas ain't livin' like that, let's just keep it real
You guys aren't living a life of violence, so let’s be honest and leave it that way


I got a four-five Smith, ain't talkin' Will
Remble has a powerful gun that he'll use when needed


Banana clip on the chop got niggas peeled
His gun has so many bullets that it can peel the skin off of his victims


All my opps that's alive, they live in fear
All his enemies who are still alive, are living in constant fear


All these hollow tips and nines, they end careers
Remble’s bullets are deadly and end careers or simply kill those who are unlucky enough to have them shot at them


Play that Remble in your car, his shit be knockin'
Remble's music is loud and impressive when played in the car's speaker system


He keep his foot on niggas knecks, he's Derek Chauvin
He keeps dominating his enemies, much like Derek Chauvin, the killer cop who knelt on George Floyd's neck


I am not these other niggas, I'm really poppin'
Remble is not like the other guys; he's more popular, known and respected


Popped a nigga in the store and continued shoppin' (It's Remble)
Remble killed someone in a public place and didn't care, all while stating his name




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Written by: Eunique Remble, Robbie

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

@Torrancedavis22

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 suitin' up in all black again
All types of "free me"s, I'm in high demand
These boys living fairytales, you niggas Peter Pan
Aye bro, that's your enemy, why you ain't fight the man?
You just told the hold dorm that is was on sight with him (run that shit up, Robbie, ayy)
Remble cold, all these bitches want some pipe from him (ayy)
Got to squabble, don't no nigga wanna fight from him (ayy)
If I lose, I guarantee I'll take his life from him (ayy)
On the street, I shoot guns, I can't fight for shit (ayy)
Why you wanna 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 blew his mind, 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 'fore I expose you
These four-five shells and nine shells will dome you
These bitches thinkin' that I want them, I just want cooch
Bitch, the only woman that I love is my fuckin' mama
Only bitch put money on my books was Latashiana
Keep a rocket in my pocket, any nigga want the drama
Any problems, here my Nina, up and politely solve 'em
They don't know who killed that man, I'm the one who shot him (ayy)
Where's the gun that you used? Bikini Bottom (ayy)
They don't know who stripped that boy, I'm the one who robbed him (ayy)
The four-five had him running, I'm the one who caught him (ayy)
I'm the reason certain niggas is breathin' still
I'm in the hood or at my granny's, I'm a easy kill
I do the 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 four-five Smith, ain't talkin' Will
Banana clip on the chop got niggas peeled
All my opps that's alive, they live in fear
All these hollow tips and nines, they end careers
Play that Remble in your car, his shit be knockin'
He keep his foot on niggas knecks, he's Derek Chauvin
I am not these other niggas, I'm really poppin'
Popped a nigga in the store and continued shoppin' (It's Remble)



All comments from YouTube:

@lemonademan4999

This man slowly becoming my favorite rapper.

@mentosx4l1fe63

Same bro

@ahjinguild7463

its dangerously weird how i feel attracted to this kind of tune he has. i hope this wont be same story as king von

@roxstarthefox2855

Same man

@Adxt2oppy

same lmfao

@lolitsleon8451

Slowly🤨 might have to solve u rq🕴🏿

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@sneako_HD

He isn’t rapping, he is merely exploring wordplay amongst the English lexicon whilst a musical rhythm attributes to the background

@kriscastillo9051

I think you meant to say a complex array of rhythm complimented by a medley of sound pleasant to the ear 🧐

@friend4596

My brain is in the gutter wtf is this shakespeare

@ked2100

nah you gotta say this on a different song😂

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