In The Room

歌手: Dreamville JID Tierra Whack BJ The Chicago Kid • 专辑:Creed III: The Soundtrack • 发布时间:2023-03-03
作词 : Tierra Whack/Destin Route/Bryan James Sledge/Thomas Brown/Tyrone Griffin, Jr./Asheton Hogan/Frank "Nitty" Brim
 作曲 : Tierra Whack/Destin Route/Bryan James Sledge/Thomas Brown/Tyrone Griffin, Jr./Asheton Hogan/Frank "Nitty" Brim
 Started from the bottom, nigga
 I'm from the, I'm from the, I'm from the, goddamn
 Real 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 the rible, 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 non-American idol
 Like, guess I'm another nigga they like to turn a blind eye to
 So in the mеantime, I'ma grind 'til I find you
 Pull up on yo' set like Tеldec, rewind you
 Remind you, I been in my prime, I had a find too
 **** a iTunes, come at my show, give them my food
 Never poured my four, niggas is white foot
 Force you rap doors get in the line
 Don't get out of line, I'm out of my muh'****in' mind
 Molded most of the time
 They-they want press, but they close to the line
 Two racks in, I'll start, hope it responded
 'Cause if we gon' step, never stop on that dime
 And if they show up, then I'm Optimus Prime
 Pray to God, now I'm watchin' for signs
 And we crack up like the pops on a Vine
 No hand me that, hand the Glock for survival
 Hit me back from the block with the hustles, 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 burnin', ayy (God)
 (Yeah) Now let that shit burnin', ayy

 Hold on, let me get a tight grip
 Every time your fans see me, they askin' to take pics
 But I'm holdin' my glass since I was great 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 smoking niggas and in the fact, some, two
 Sit with it, I shifted it, I quit with it
 Maybe you should sit with it, chair-chair mommy
 I bury my opponent (Yeah), they can't believe I re-wrote it (Yeah)
 I be goin' heat, star rollin' (Uh, what? Uh)
 Had a soul and you sold it, I'm bloated and devoted
 What they let to sing and, nigga, all say I floated
 You need to work harder if your money can't be folded (Yeah)
 Better way, you know it (Yeah), why would you compete? (Uh)
 Really, I be chilly 'cause I'm known to overheat
 Oh, you said you smell somethin'? Well, it must be the feet, wait

 Ooh, oh-oh-oh
 And bring your friends if I bring your man
 Try a 100, man,  a man
 We still gettin' in, we still gettin' 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)
 Yeah, now let that shit burnin', ayy
 Now let that shit burnin', ayy
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