In The Room (Clean) - Dreamville/JID/Tierra Whack/BJ The Chicago Kid

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

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

Started from the bottom n***a

I'm from the I'm from the

I'm from the godd**n

Real stupid a*s look uh

N***as with a whole lot of problems

D**n

I'm finna make it to the

Top from the bottom

Burying the bird in the bottle

D**n

Mom say she finna get the belt

And get the Bible

I can see a rival on arrival huh

Oh ****

He can let it sing like the bullets

In the rifle

Anything to take a n***a title ****

Guess I'm a un-American idol

I guess I'm another n***a they

Like to turn a blind eye to

So in the meantime I'ma grind

'Til I find you

Pull up on yo' set likе tape decks

Rewind you

Rеmind you I been in my prime

I had to fine tune

**** a iTunes come at my show

Give them a mind full

Never poured my four n***as is swine flu

Far as you rap dorks get in the line

Don't get out of line

I'm out of my ************* 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

W**d 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 **** marinate

Let that **** marinate

God

Yeah Now let that **** marinate

Let that **** 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 n***as 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

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

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 **** marinate

Let that **** marinate

Ayy

Now let that **** marinate

Let that **** marinate