Hotel Room Flow

I just put on my hotel slippers
Mama told me when I’m running through the city and they holler cause they see
me I should never try to act different
So I just stay on the road and try to stack figures
Picasso with the pen I’m praying that you get the picture
Kuda on the lense so you can visualise the scriptures
Girlies in the club treat me like a father figure, once I figure out the
bottles I’m fucking the whole semester
I never listen when they compare me to such and such
Niggas are vocal until you tell em the jig is up
I’m never social unless the payment is big enough
Subject to paranoia, people just ain’t real enough
Got Lamborghini dreams, mixed with Ferrari ambitions
We sip the Henny out the bottle so they know we living
I’m tripping off a pipe dream tryna stack a mill
Spill out emotions on a beat so they know how I’m feeling
Some of my niggas probably never make it out the hood
The system is flawed, they smoke cause they’re misunderstood
Although I came from the bottom and never had it good, I’m beating the odds
that some of my niggas never could
The corporate lawyers peaking at pieces of my percentage
No idols to mimic so my shit always authentic
Plus I just landed at the airport and my shawty came to get me
Pulled up in a beamer with the windows tinted
Blowing trees while we speeding down Grayson Drive
Drinking and driving, I pray we make it out alive
Never trusted a nigga that’s always switching sides
So when you come to the crib I got some shit to hide
Staring at me you probably see my hungry eyes
I never wanted nothing to do with a suit and tie
Nicki told me all these niggas planning my demise
I just keep it thorough with the music that I utilize
Still haven’t cried since my granny died
And I know that shit bad for me
And I know that asking all these questions is blasphemy
That’s why I appreciate the fact that mama still checking me
Cause now I’m on the road, different city different shows
Ripping out a page from the greatest story ever told
Gotta keep it real, still not sure just how I feel but I gotta tell my niggas I
just signed my first deal
It’s my Hotel Room Flow
Drink it out the bottle sip the Henny no dash
Fame coming easy so I pray the money last
Shawty say she fucking I pray she don’t get too attached
Never going past my Hotel Room Flow