Room Full of Smoke - King Lil G

Strange sounds under my bed I wouldnt want to hear that I wouldnt, i wouldnt, i wouldnt Yeah, i feel bad I want to get my rest I wanna, i wanna, i wanna Monsters in my room There are a lot of them I cant see them all Im fucked up Ok Monsters in my room There are a lot of them I cant see them all Im fucked up Ok

I used to live in a room full of mirrors All I could see was me Then I take my spirit and I smash my mirrors And now the whole world is here for me to see Now I'm searching for my love to be, Hey! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! All right A broken glass was solvin' my brain Cut and screamin' crowdin' in my head A broken glass was loud in my brain It used to fall on my dreams and cut me in my bed It used to fall on my dreams and cut me in my bed I say making love was strange in my bed Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! Hey, ooh Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Hey!

I'm alone In a room full of people On a street full of broken homes And we only hurt each other And I'm alone In a room full of clones Thought you all were my friends But we only hurt each other in the end Hurtin' each other since 2018 You got me anxious again, so I'm stuck in my sheets You had me so high, now I'm on one percent You plugged me in and tug me in, you showed me how to pretend I hope your happy, even though you don't look it with him Had to archive every photo like it didn't exist Now every summer, I just think about the times that I miss Not to mention all the friends that I lost ever since And I'm alone In a room full of people On a street full of broken homes And we only hurt each other And I'm alone In a room full of clones Thought you all were my friends But we only hurt each other in the end Yeah A hundred missed calls, and I don't wanna pick up 'Cause when you say, you'll hit me back, you hit me back in a month And I don't wanna leave the crib, and I don't wanna get lunch 'Cause everything I love doing, it just lost all its fun And you made me feel disgusting 'bout the things that I've done Gave me a hundred chances, I fucked up every one Reminiscing 'bout a past that I can never outrun I been looking 'round this room, and I don't fuck with anyone 'Cause I'm alone In a room full of people On a street full of broken homes And we only hurt each other And I'm alone In a room full of clones Thought you all were my friends But we only hurt each other in the end And we only hurt each other in the end And we only hurt each other in the end

If I sent a rose to you For everytime you made me blue You'd have a room full of roses. And if I sent a rose of white For every time I cried all night You'd have a room full of roses. And if I took the petals And would tear them all apart You'd be tearing up the roses Just the way you broke my heart If someday you're feeling blue And you could send a rose or two Don't send me a room full of roses I just want my arms around you --- Instrumental --- And if I took the petals And would tear them all apart You'd be tearing up the roses Just the way you broke my heart If someday you're feeling blue And you could send a rose or two Don't send me a room full of roses I just want my arms around you

Free Juelz Santana Look (Chase Davis on the beat, yeah) What you doing with that strap, lil' boy? Don't be moving like that, lil' boy Stay up out the trap You don't know what you doing with them packs, lil' boy It's some niggas really like that and They might make you adapt, lil' boy (uh) Listen, let me gather your attention real fast Take in all the details, this gon' go real fast This a tale about a kid, they call him Lil' Ride A lot of real niggas wanna kill him real bad Petty little bastard Known to get in big shit about some little cash If winning was a race in life, he bound to come in last He cut you down bad Do what he ask and don't get blasted 'Cause he'll kill you real fast Living life in the fast lane, whole dash Hit a lot of licks, ain't never made no stash The last come first, they say the first come last Okay, let me make you feel him real fast Grew up, they was robbing, they was killing real bad Nigga mom's cracked out, whole apartment trapped out Smoker, spent, all down and out, he ain't never felt no love Sisters, brothers slammed him out, slapped him all around the house Went outside frowning out, crying rivers, drowning out Shoes bent, clothes big, classrooms clowned him out Ignored him, they sound him out Watched they moves, he played the cut, he stayed round about All he knew was the few blocks whatever Went down in the hood, he seen the shit Never had his hand out 'cause he watched niggas leech for shit He rather take, he don't mind dressing in black to creep for it Watched them all and it wasn't long before he learned their weakness First time robbing, they went left 'cause he was starvin' Poor man ain't moved right, he threw a bullet in his noggin Young and paranoid as fuck, feeling like he out of luck Then threw the gun, he on the run now for five hundred bucks This nigga barely got some cash, thinkin' bout his past Breathing real fast, through the night is he gon' last? Clutchin' on it while he get high 'cause he know he in some shit Want to disappear and only way he know is hit a lick Only rich nigga around is his big cousin, trying to find a route Cuz probably stashed a whole brick or two at Nana house The slowest week he move a half a brick a day Plan was get to Nana's quick enough to grab the work and get away Nana's senile and she ain't seen him in a while Noticed who he was 'cause he was reeking of the loud Cuz don't even smoke, nigga, cuz never been broken Cuzzo been playing with thousands but Ain't never been no joke and niggas know that If you got a bond with family, why would you blow that? Ride snuck his ass straight to the basement where that dope was at Gave Nana the longest hug and kisses, said I'm coming back He ain't ever coming back Cuz see his bricks snatched, had them bitches gift wrapped Ain't no guess who did that, now he ready to kill Ride Cuz parked right outside with his MAC Tears, blood in his eyes Lil' nigga got no ties, he ain't linked with no guys Cuz sliding and he on that 'til he get some answers Streets ain't got no love, nigga'll kill his own blood Murder his ass in cold blood like that ain't his whole cousin He don't give a fuck 'bout repercussions, he forever thuggin' Mika sluggin', sluttin' thugs, but she fuckin' Ride now Text her, said he finna slide, thinking shit done died down Ready for a homicide, that bitch up on his side now And he'll kill his bitch before he let a nigga fire him down Hood know she fuckin', Ride love her like a sucker, though Put a selfie on her page, tryna blow his other hoes Uh-oh, he ain't let her know Should've let her know that he was wanted Picture been up thirty minutes, cuz on it See straight through her hallway, cuz going all the way Said fuck his guilty conscience, he gon' do this broad-day All his younger life been having hard days Put the car in park Gon' put a spark in cuz heart so they could part ways Thinking 'bout the days when they used to play, damn Probably could've put him on some smart plays Then he think of hustlin' how he got this shit the smart way That's why he can't spare 'em, there he go, he about to walk his way Ayy, ayy, cuz Ayy, check it out, come here Buck (buck), buck (buck), buck...

Yea, G Herbo (That be Maaly Raw) I was out there with that hard I had that glass Way before Goyard I had that bag I was up on Essex Block I should've been at class They like Herbo yo lil' gangbangin' ass Yo lil' gangbangin' ass, yo lil', gangbangin' ass Yo lil' gangbangin' ass, yo lil', gangbangin' ass Yo lil' gangbangin' ass, Herbo yo lil' gangbangin' ass When Keef 'nem was out saying bang bang We was on the 8 making Glocks do the same thang Rolling got my shirt off let my chain hang First niggas yellin out 'gang-gang!' Go on a hit I was with Crazy James, he like don't panic the main thang And I don't think I'm God, but you can die if you say my name in vain It's Lil' Herbo you know what it is with me, I don't even gotta say the G I get booked for a show, I can buy you a key, I don't even gotta say the fee What you ridin' foreign, you pull up in Vs, push to start you don't got no keys They like what's that, an S63, got yo shit cocked back what you wanna see pussy You a killa don't push it, aye Herbo you from over east? Bitch what you one of the G's, you don't see me throwing up B's You don't see me droppin' the G's, you don't hear we poppin' at G's You don't know what's NLMB, only my Glock is a G aye I was out there with that hard, I had that glass Way before Goyard I had that bag I was up on Essex Block, I should've been at class They like Herbo yo lil' gangbangin' ass Yo lil' gangbangin' ass, yo lil' gangbangin' ass Yo lil' gangbangin' ass, yo lil' gangbangin' ass Yo lil' gangbangin' ass, Herbo yo lil' gangbangin' ass Throwin' up L's, throwin up B's Droppin' the five, droppin' the G's, droppin' the Trey's, drop everything We EBK we say fuck everything I gave my .40 a wedding ring Call me MVP I get ahead ya team And we don't got no license for this weaponry Every nigga with me got a felony Every nigga with me gotta let it squeeze Yea this a XD gotta lemon squeeze Ima real nigga, no lim Not a GD, not a BD, not a MC, not a 4C, not a VL, Diamonds VV I'm just G Herbo rocking gucci skeet the GT Got that G-Loc on me hollows in there, just on GP aye I was out there with that hard I had that glass Way before Goyard I had that bag I was up on Essex Block I should've been at class They like Herbo yo lil' gangbangin' ass Yo lil' gangbangin' ass, yo lil' gangbangin' ass Yo lil' gangbangin' ass, yo lil' gangbangin' ass Yo lil' gangbangin' ass, Herbo yo lil' gangbangin' ass

Oh, my Whoa, whoa, whoa Uh, uh, uh Whoa, whoa, whoa Oh, oh, oh Whoa, whoa, whoa Oh, oh, oh Whoa, whoa, whoa Oh, oh, oh Took my time to get this shine, but I still skipped the line (on God) I realized the ho still on my mind, I guess the bitch divine (hello) And, yeah, I could do this shit myself, that's dead or alive (alive) And, yeah, you could care 'bout just yourself, if you pickin' sides (pickin' sides) Niggas thinkin' that they gang, they not even squad (squad, squad) Yeah, I told 'em, "If you gettin' played, then you played a part" Really I know I can't change my ways, you know who we are (who we are) Talkin' crazy, now he in the sky, told him, "Pick a star" (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) I made this shit look еasy, juice But it ain't easy, beliеve me, truth You know I'm droppin' 'em off, Bruce Give you a clue what I'm countin', blues Smokin' that leaf if it get loose My niggas drillin', we might as well truce (uh, uh, uh, uh) I hit the blunt just for a lil' boost Yeah, my new bitch, she Canadian Goose (oh, oh) I know you lose 'em, how you get 'em? I won't take your bitch (bitch) Yeah, I told 'em I make money, money don't make this shit (yeah) Change my life off being me, so why would I fake this shit? (Yeah) They try to take my flow, don't fuck with no plagiarists (at all) We could solve it, if that shit a problem (nah, for real) Nigga, I was gettin' guala, I said fuck a prom, uh (for real) I was rockin' BAPEs, when I seen y'all niggas rockin' Toms (for real) When you feel like this, no, you wouldn't even change your flaws Took my time to get this shine, but I still skipped the line (on God) I realized the ho still on my mind, I guess the bitch divine (hello) And, yeah, I could do this shit myself, that's dead or alive (alive) And, yeah, you could care 'bout just yourself, if you pickin' sides (pickin' sides) Niggas thinkin' that they gang, they not even squad (squad, squad) Yeah, I told 'em, "If you gettin' played, then you played a part" Really I know I can't change my ways, you know who we are (who we are) Talkin' crazy, now he in the sky, told him, "Pick a star" (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt!)