The Elite Producers - Waiting Room Music Ft. Le$ lyrics

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