- int和room 歌詞 Dreamville Tierra Whack BJ The Chicago Kid JID
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- Dreamville Tierra Whack BJ The Chicago Kid JID
- Started from the bottom, nigga
Im from the, Im from the, Im from the, goddamn
Real stupid ass, look, uh
Niggas with a whole lotta problems (Damn)
Im 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 Im a non-American idol
Like, guess Im another nigga they like to turn a blind eye to
So in the mеantime, Ima 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
Dont get out of line, Im out of my muh****in mind
Molded most of the time
They-they want press, but they close to the line
Two racks in, Ill start, hope it responded
Cause if we gon step, never stop on that dime
And if they show up, then Im Optimus Prime
Pray to God, now Im 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, thats 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 Im holdin my glass since I was great six
If it dont make me money, it prolly dont make sense
Im 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 cant believe I re-wrote it (Yeah)
I be goin heat, star rollin (Uh, what? Uh)
Had a soul and you sold it, Im bloated and devoted
What they let to sing and, nigga, all say I floated
You need to work harder if your money cant be folded (Yeah)
Better way, you know it (Yeah), why would you compete? (Uh)
Really, I be chilly cause Im 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, thats 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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