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In The Room
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Dreamville
Featuring(s) : BJ the Chicago Kid
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[JID] Started from the bottom, nigga I'm from the, I'm from the, I'm from the, goddamn Real stupid ass, look, uh [JID] Niggas with a whole lot of 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 I 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 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, 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 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? [BJ The Chicago Kid & Tierra Whack] 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 [Tierra Whack] 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 in the fact, some, 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 chilly 'cause I'm known to overheat Oh, you said you smell somethin'? Well, it must be defeat, queen [ BJ The Chicago Kid] 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) [BJ The Chicago Kid] 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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