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letra de in the room - dreamville, jid, tierra whack & bj the chicago kid

[intro: jid]
started from the bottom, n-gga
i’m from the, i’m from the, i’m from the, godd-mn
real stupid ass, look, uh

[verse 1: jid]
n-ggas with a whole lot of problems (d-mn)
i’m finna make it to the top from the bottom
burying the bird in the bottle (d-mn)
mom say she finna get the belt and get the bible
i can see a rival on arrival, huh (oh, sh-t)
he can let it sing like the bullets in the rifle
anything to take a n-gga title, sh-t
guess i’m a un-american idol
i guess i’m another n-gga 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
f-ck a itunes, come at my show, give them a mind full
never poured my four, n-ggas is swine flu
far as you rap dorks get in the line
don’t get out of line, i’m out of my motherf-ckin’ 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?
[chorus: 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 sh-t marinate (god)
(yeah) now let that sh-t marinate

[verse 2: 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 n-ggas 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

[bridge: 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)
[chorus: 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 sh-t marinate (ayy)
now let that sh-t marinate

- dreamville jid tierra whack bj the chicago kid

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