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It's Been Real Video (MV)




Performed By: Remble
Featuring: Billy West
Length: 2:33
Written by: Eunique Remble, Billy West, Marco Lenz, Red E.




Remble - It's Been Real Lyrics
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[ Featuring Billy West ]

It's Remble

Loving me, that might be something you don't know how to do
Respecting me, but that was just something y'all was gon' have to do
I dropped Ruth's Chris Freestyle and she dropped her attitude
If these ten shots missed, cuh, bitch, that's impossible
I don't miss, Baby Smoke really itchin' to smoke shit
I know this, 'cause when I see brodie, he really shows me
Niggas pop up callin' names, I'm tryna expose me
Don't worry 'cause I heard niggas get popped with .40s
You know it, you don't want the reaper to get it going
You know him, Mr. walk in the the room with a .45th
No tint, slidin' on opps, a real bold Crip
Cold shit, and he'll go alone, Macaulay Culkin
Billy seen my talent, he was tryna bring it out of me
Tony looked out for me, he was really throwing pounds to me
Walked inside my house, my mama tellin' me she proud of me
Middle fingers up to all them niggas that was doubting me
Court case, I wasn't tripping but I was on shit
Walked up, I seen a fair and a man exposed
Not hoeing me, you can't get a fight if I brought the pole with me
If you snort coke on the missions, you cannot go with me
If you hit new porch jimmy, you cannot smoke with me
When I make it out of the hood, are you gon' go with me?
When Cowboy make it out of the hood, are you gon' go with him?
When B.A. make it out of the hood, are you gon' go with him?
Yeah, hop out, yell, "it's Remble," so they know it's me
I know it's real, cause I get the memories when I hold the heat
Yeah, me and Zion politicking faithfully
Like, if I make it to the top, this who I'm gonna take with me
Yeah, remember bitches wouldn't go on dates with me
Now when I pull my dick out, they just always end up tasting it
Yeah, when you walk into that dorm, there ain't no faking it
I rolled some zions, smoke it up with a Jamaican bitch

Spitty Loc, I told you, you gon' make it, I can't fake this shit
Talked about a hundred bands, now you 'bout to face the shit
Told you, stop that reckless spinnin', now you savin' it
More in the stu, less in the streets, and now you makin' it
I always had your best interest from the start
Soon as the beat played, I always knew you were a star
Remember when you used to stuff bands in a fanny pack
Now you need to double size 'cause they tryna double that
Six figs, struggling kid, now you gon' make it big
Mom proud, she give a hug soon as you walk in
Man now, what they gon say? 'Cause you the man now
You went from a fan to sitting straight on a man's couch
It's Remble, what they gon' say, tell 'em to hate now
It's Remble, what they gon' say now you done made it out?
It's Remble, you used to watch, you 'bout to play now
It's Remble, dreams are reality, you can't fake it now
It's Remble (always told you you was gon' make it big bruh)
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It's Remble

Loving me, that might be something you don't know how to do
Respecting me, but that was just something y'all was gon' have to do
I dropped Ruth's Chris Freestyle and she dropped her attitude
If these ten shots missed, cuh, bitch, that's impossible
I don't miss, Baby Smoke really itchin' to smoke shit
I know this, 'cause when I see brodie, he really shows me
Niggas pop up callin' names, I'm tryna expose me
Don't worry 'cause I heard niggas get popped with .40s
You know it, you don't want the reaper to get it going
You know him, Mr. walk in the the room with a .45th
No tint, slidin' on opps, a real bold Crip
Cold shit, and he'll go alone, Macaulay Culkin
Billy seen my talent, he was tryna bring it out of me
Tony looked out for me, he was really throwing pounds to me
Walked inside my house, my mama tellin' me she proud of me
Middle fingers up to all them niggas that was doubting me
Court case, I wasn't tripping but I was on shit
Walked up, I seen a fair and a man exposed
Not hoeing me, you can't get a fight if I brought the pole with me
If you snort coke on the missions, you cannot go with me
If you hit new porch jimmy, you cannot smoke with me
When I make it out of the hood, are you gon' go with me?
When Cowboy make it out of the hood, are you gon' go with him?
When B.A. make it out of the hood, are you gon' go with him?
Yeah, hop out, yell, "it's Remble," so they know it's me
I know it's real, cause I get the memories when I hold the heat
Yeah, me and Zion politicking faithfully
Like, if I make it to the top, this who I'm gonna take with me
Yeah, remember bitches wouldn't go on dates with me
Now when I pull my dick out, they just always end up tasting it
Yeah, when you walk into that dorm, there ain't no faking it
I rolled some zions, smoke it up with a Jamaican bitch

Spitty Loc, I told you, you gon' make it, I can't fake this shit
Talked about a hundred bands, now you 'bout to face the shit
Told you, stop that reckless spinnin', now you savin' it
More in the stu, less in the streets, and now you makin' it
I always had your best interest from the start
Soon as the beat played, I always knew you were a star
Remember when you used to stuff bands in a fanny pack
Now you need to double size 'cause they tryna double that
Six figs, struggling kid, now you gon' make it big
Mom proud, she give a hug soon as you walk in
Man now, what they gon say? 'Cause you the man now
You went from a fan to sitting straight on a man's couch
It's Remble, what they gon' say, tell 'em to hate now
It's Remble, what they gon' say now you done made it out?
It's Remble, you used to watch, you 'bout to play now
It's Remble, dreams are reality, you can't fake it now
It's Remble (always told you you was gon' make it big bruh)
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Writer: Eunique Remble, Billy West, Marco Lenz, Red E.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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