Dreamville, BJ the Chicago Kid, JID and Tierra Whack - In The Room

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
Fuck 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

Written by:
Asheton Hogan, Bryan James Sledge, Destin Route, Frank "Nitty" Brim, Thomas Brown, Tierra Whack, Tyrone Griffin Jr.

Publisher:
Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Peermusic Publishing, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.

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