Waiting Room Music

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--
Fuck that, fuck that, fuck 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 niggas 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 fucking rings young boy
I'ma keep faith even if you down it
I'ma keep going hard if you doubted
And I'm lyrically dope--I'm really fresher than soap
And niggas hating I can hear they ass pouting (mhm mhm)
Money's on the table like a dinner plate dinner steak
Cruising real low low on interstate
I got my niggas back like a vertebrae
And I hate hoes that's always tryna participate (you weren't there)
Really out here up in Tilly looking chilly
Bitches that hated looking silly
When they feel me
Roll in this bitch 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 bitch ass niggas
And some of them are the fucking cops
Come an take a fucking shot (blu blu)
Brown, and wow, I made the shit
Seems like since my brother passed I've been going hard, man-- I been going ape and shit
My niggas on purp like it's grape n shit
(Uh, yeah)
Yellow Tape!

[Chorus]
Coming down, coming down, coming down, look--
Fuck that, fuck that, fuck that, look--
Coming down, coming down, coming down, look--
(Hold up, one time, look)

[Verse 2: Le$]
Yeah, yeah, yeah L-E-Dolla
Like, like, uh, look, look
I'ma smoke my weed
Talk my shit
Drop my car
Fuck your bitch
Look at the shit that I rap about
Lame ass nigga wanna act out
Pour 4, on Westheimer I'm still feeling like Pimp C
Good ways with these words bitch
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