Letra de In The Room - Dreamville

(Feat. JID, Tierra Whack, BJ the Chicago Kid)

Top up 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 lot of problems (Damn)

How 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 or 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

I guess I'm another nigga they lied to, turned a blind eye to

So in the meantime, I'ma grind 'til I find you

Pull up on yo' 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, get 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

Bet they want press, but they close to the line

Throwin' 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 vinyl

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 probably don't make sense

I'm so good at makin' you second-guess yourself (One?)

I be smoking niggas and it effects h— (Two)

Sit with it, I shifted 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' hamster, rodent (Uh, what? Uh)

Had a soul and you sold it, I'm bloated and devoted

Once they let the sink in, they gon' all say I floated

You need to work harder if your money can't be folded (Yeah)

Better real, you know it (Yeah), why would you compete? (Ooh)

Really, I be chillin' 'cause I'm known to overheat

Oh, you said you smell somethin'? Well, it must be defeat, queen

Ooh, oh-oh-oh

You can bring your friends, even bring your mans

Hundred thousand men, it don't matter, man

We still gettin' in just to get it in (Huh, huh, huh, 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 marinate (Ayy)

Now let that shit marinate

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