The Lobby (feat. Malik Jamal Montgomery)
And when you're in it you can't see it
If you want it you gotta be it
Never settle for less, we know this life is a test
Notice when a mess is a mess
Notice when the stress start to stretch
The truth don't lie, the root of pride
Is in the heart of a lion a king, a messiah, leading away
But leave it to pussy, and it'll leave you a stray
And you know you gotta chase the bank
Around the city, Americans Express it so well
But credit equal debt up in hell
And it'll burn a whole in your pocket if you letting it dwell
I'm wishing you well, cause I just got the mac back
Thought I'd never see it again like it was Snapchat
Or wearing cameo shorts with a snap back, my streak continues
I snap back me in a new suit it's Jimmy Choo
I'm visual and literal, for real
Kill that show then I hit the lobby
Turn up tracks cause I'm riding shotty
Pop hot shit, I might get the body, body
Yo, oh, oh, oh
Kill that show then I hit the lobby
Turn up tracks cause I'm riding shotty
Pop hot shit, I might get the body, body
Yo, oh, oh, oh
Uh, why finesse when it's god given?
Beyond driven, something like Solange kicking
For sleeping on a nigga, better grab couches
I brought change to every corner like black houses
All these fake ass kings, I see y'all lack spouses
Hanging with them rats, bunch of lab mouses
If paper ain't involved, skip the conversation
Until you pastor profit call it congregation
Sitting back relaxing while I'm balling like the Pac 10
They rushing to the front, once they paying us the backend
Bout to pack my shit and go, probably for some months
Beat blast, kick loud you'd think a body in the trunk
Try to stop me if you want, this clutch player is too elite
It ain't bout the money I'm sorry that shit ain't moving me
Legendary moments, they discuss my rhymes
Like geese on skates, got my ducks inline
Kill that show then I hit the lobby
Turn up tracks cause I'm riding shotty
Pop hot shit, I might get the body, body
Yo, oh, oh, oh
Kill that show then I hit the lobby
Turn up tracks cause I'm riding shotty
Pop hot shit, I might get the body, body
Yo, oh, oh, oh
Kill that show then I hit the lobby
Turn up tracks cause I'm riding shotty
Turn up shit cause I want Bacardi, Cardi
Yo, yo, oh
Kill that shit cause I wanna party
Pop hot shit, now I'm in the lobby
Turn up shit, I just wanna party, party
Yo, yo, oh
If you want it you gotta be it
Never settle for less, we know this life is a test
Notice when a mess is a mess
Notice when the stress start to stretch
The truth don't lie, the root of pride
Is in the heart of a lion a king, a messiah, leading away
But leave it to pussy, and it'll leave you a stray
And you know you gotta chase the bank
Around the city, Americans Express it so well
But credit equal debt up in hell
And it'll burn a whole in your pocket if you letting it dwell
I'm wishing you well, cause I just got the mac back
Thought I'd never see it again like it was Snapchat
Or wearing cameo shorts with a snap back, my streak continues
I snap back me in a new suit it's Jimmy Choo
I'm visual and literal, for real
Kill that show then I hit the lobby
Turn up tracks cause I'm riding shotty
Pop hot shit, I might get the body, body
Yo, oh, oh, oh
Kill that show then I hit the lobby
Turn up tracks cause I'm riding shotty
Pop hot shit, I might get the body, body
Yo, oh, oh, oh
Uh, why finesse when it's god given?
Beyond driven, something like Solange kicking
For sleeping on a nigga, better grab couches
I brought change to every corner like black houses
All these fake ass kings, I see y'all lack spouses
Hanging with them rats, bunch of lab mouses
If paper ain't involved, skip the conversation
Until you pastor profit call it congregation
Sitting back relaxing while I'm balling like the Pac 10
They rushing to the front, once they paying us the backend
Bout to pack my shit and go, probably for some months
Beat blast, kick loud you'd think a body in the trunk
Try to stop me if you want, this clutch player is too elite
It ain't bout the money I'm sorry that shit ain't moving me
Legendary moments, they discuss my rhymes
Like geese on skates, got my ducks inline
Kill that show then I hit the lobby
Turn up tracks cause I'm riding shotty
Pop hot shit, I might get the body, body
Yo, oh, oh, oh
Kill that show then I hit the lobby
Turn up tracks cause I'm riding shotty
Pop hot shit, I might get the body, body
Yo, oh, oh, oh
Kill that show then I hit the lobby
Turn up tracks cause I'm riding shotty
Turn up shit cause I want Bacardi, Cardi
Yo, yo, oh
Kill that shit cause I wanna party
Pop hot shit, now I'm in the lobby
Turn up shit, I just wanna party, party
Yo, yo, oh
Credits
Writer(s): Jamal James, Daryl James, Michael Thomas, Malik Montgomery
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