In The Room
BJ the Chicago Kid, JID, Dreamville, Tierra Whack
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Started from the bottom, nigga I'm finna, I'm finna s-, I'm finna, goddamn Lil' stupid ass, look, uh Niggas with a whole lotta problems (damn) I'm finna make it to the top from the bottom Burying the bird in the bottle (damn) Mom say she finna get the belt and get the Bible I can see a rival on arrival, huh (oh shit) He can let it sing like the bullets in the rifle Anything to take a nigga title, shit Guess I'm a un-American idol Like, guess I'm another nigga they like to turn a blind eye to So in the meantime, I'ma grind 'til I find you Pull up on your set like tape decks, rewind you Remind you, I been in my prime, I had to fine tune F*ck a iTunes, come at my show, give them a mind full Never poured my four, niggas is swine flu Far as you rap dorks, get in the line Don't get out of line, I'm out of my motherfuckin' mind More than most of the time They-they want press, but they close to the line Throwing rocks at a star, hope he respond 'Cause if we gon' step, never stop on a dime And if that's your opp, then I'm Optimus Prime Pray to God, now I'm watchin' for signs Weed crackle like the pops on a Vine No hand me that, handy Glock for survival Hit me back from the block with the hostiles, hmm They think they the one 'til the real one walk in the room Yeah, that's right, I said it (Yeah, yeah, yeah) They think they the one 'til the real one walk in the room Yeah, now let that shit marinate (God) (Yeah) Now let that shit marinate Hold on, let me get a tight grip Every time your fans see me, they askin' to take pics Been ahead of my class since I was grade six If it don't make me money, it prolly don't make sense I'm so good at makin' you second-guess yourself (one?) I be smokin' niggas and it effects me, two Sick with it, I'm shiftin' it, I'm quick with it Maybe you should sit with it, cherish every moment I bury my opponent (yeah), they can't believe I wrote it (yeah) I be goin' ham-ster, rodent (uh, what? Uh) Had a soul and you sold it, I'm bloated and devoted What they let this sink in, they gon' all say I floated You need to work harder if your money can't be folded (yeah) Better and you know it (yeah), why would you compete? (Uh) Really, I be chillin' 'cause I'm known to overheat Oh, you said you smell somethin'? Well, it must be defeat, wait Ooh, oh-oh-oh You can bring your friends, even bring your man Join a thousand man, it don't matter, man We still gettin' in, just to get it in (ayy) They think they the one 'til the real one walk in the room Yeah, that's right, I said it (Yeah, yeah, yeah) They think they the one 'til the real one walk in the room (oh) Now let that shit marinate (yeah) Yeah, let that shit marinate
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Written by: Asheton Hogan, Bryan James Sledge, Destin Route, Frank "Nitty" Brim, Thomas Brown, Tierra Whack, Tyrone Griffin Jr.
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