Futuristic – Bedroom Bars Ep. 1 lyrics

[Intro]
Bedroom bars
Verse one, chapter one, day one
Here we go

[Verse]
I been acting hostile, got this whole game on lockdown
Niggas surprised to see me like birthday cards with a pop-out
Swinging just like I'm Tyson, only going for knock-outs
Rappers look just like fish out the water, they 'bout to flop now
I fuck with niggas emotions, thought they was cold but they not now
Bitches playing my hair when I'm driving, I put a top down
I pull her top down, I'm getting her wet, she gon' need a mop now
Smartest nigga you knowing, I'm only a college dropout, sheesh
They falling victim to the wordplay, been serving since the first grade
Was working now I'm first place
I hit it raw, but back in school, I couldn't get to first base
She went ass to mouth, my god, that's gotta be the worst taste
I curve lanes, I swerve lanes, I earn fame, my turn came
It feels great to walk out and everyone knows your name
Work hard but don't loose yourself
You know that you made it when you walk in the room and don't introduce yourself
I improve my wealth, I been making moves myself
Why would I rely on a dude for things I could do myself?
Spitting bars so hot if you listen, my nigga, you could melt
The youth is got that juice, I spit the truth, that shit that you just felt
I show and you then can tell, I'm the champ', won't lose my belt
If life's a game then you gotta play with the hand that you was dealt
I'm the shit, what you just smell, make a, make a crazy face
When they hear the heat, they start to crumble like a paper plate
This could be your saving grades, get your shit off lay away
I should have a cape, the way I came in and just saved the day
All my bars are sharp like the razor blades when you shave your face
I change my game to positive and these niggas came to hate
Aim to spray, you say my name, don't play no games, don't need controllers
[?], my team full of freaking soldiers
If this don't wake you up then I guess I'm gon' need Folgers
Kill them then I let my people eat like vultures, I'm gone

[Outro]
And I fucked your bitch on my bed last night, nigga
So I ain't got no sheets on my shit, sheesh
Bedroom bars
'Bout to make a sandwich