JID - Rembrandt... Run It Back lyrics

[JID:] You don't give a damn, then we don't give a fu*k On God, I been waitin' for one of y'all pussy ni**as to buck Still starving, ribs touching Touch the team and you get touched like homescreen bu*tons Hoes scream loud, Jennifer Hudson when them thangs start bustin' Alright sh*t talk and slick talk Pissed off, stick talk Diss track, get mad Rap ni**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 ni**as I came up with My, what a bit of a change up These ni**as lame, we in minimal danger I got the banger, just give me the next My ni**a put me in the game and I'm ready to flame, I'm anxious Put the motherfu*kin' bank on it [J. Cole:] Big nuts hangin', big bucks bringin', fu*k 'em all No s*ut shamin', money in the Cayman, I'm appalled ni**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 ni**as tend to fu*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 fu*king the game, you ni**as is lame You won't even get a little head out of this Bet I'ma miss, you ni**as is dense, my hits goin' over the fence How is you ni**as so rich? I'm not so convinced, my wrist costin' more than your whip And I don't wear that no more, that sh*t there look tacky Yeah, I'm the G.O.A.T., no ni**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, ni**a [JID:] You don't give a damn, then we don't give a fu*k On God, I been waitin' for one of y'all pussy ni**as to buck Still starving, ribs touching Touch the team and you get touched like homescreen bu*tons Hoes scream loud, Jennifer Hudson when them thangs start bustin' [Vince Staples:] Ayy, ayy, ni**a, ayy, ayy Ayy, yo, uh-uh Ayy, yo Ayy, ain't this that, um... Ayy, ain't this the Dreamville sh*t? 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 ni**a don't get killed tryna run a...