Waiting Room Music Ft. Le$
(Prod. By Elite Producers)
Mixtape: Yellow Tape
Intro: J$EAN
We rolling? Alright, look
Yellow!
Chorus:
Coming down, Coming down, coming down, look--
f** that, f** that, f** that, look--
Coming down, Coming down, coming down, look--
(Hold up, one time, look)
Verse 1: J$EAN
I'm just tryna to bring my city up put 'em on some elevators
You n***as that talk look like commentators
Knowing damn well they follow me I'm a navigator; GPS
It is the young boy, fit young boy
Coming down, black rims, real evil young boy
Run my city like Rashard Lewis, back in 2010 with no f**ing rings young boy
Ima keep faith even if you down it
Ima keep going hard if you doubted
And I'm lyrically dope--I'm really fresher than soap
And n***as hating I can hear they a** pouting (mhm mhm)
Money's on the table like a dinner plate dinner steak
Cruising real low low on interstate
I got my n***as back like a vertebrae
And I hate hoes thats always tryna participate (you weren't there)
Really out here up in Tilly looking chilly
b**hes that hated looking silly
When they feel me
Roll in this b**h so solo
Chasing my dreams just cause Drizzy said yolo (yolo)
On another level like a World Trade Center
I won't drop until I hit the top (nope)
I'm being targeted by b**h a** n***as
And some of them are the f**ing cops
Come an take a f**ing shot (blu blu)
Brown, and wow, I made the sh**
Seems like since my brother pa**ed I've been going hard, man-- I been going ape and sh**
My n***as on purp like it's grape n sh**
(Uh, yeah)
Yellow Tape!
Chorus: (Repeat)
Verse 2: Le$
Yeah, yeah, yeah L-E-Dolla
Like, like, uh, look, look
Imma smoke my weed
Talk my sh**
Drop my car
f** your b**h
Look at the sh** that I rap about
Lame a** n***a wanna act out
Pour 4, on Westheimer I'm still feeling like Pimp C
Good ways with these words b**h I'm something like what a pimp be
We eating good-- that Steak and Shrimp
Trying to get to the finer things
That flow perfect just like pudding
That lemon pepper on chicken wings
I'm too hungry we tryna to eat
20 beamers ride down your street
Trunks loud, and them motors too
Moving too fast, you can't compete