Jeremy_chronicles - Less Restricted, More Simple

{Intro}
Yeah, big rooms, clout n***as
(One, two, three)
(Where are we?)
The perfect place girl
(This is just a hotel)
Anywhere's where I'll go with you
I got a busy lifestyle
Too many people to please
(Hello? Hello?)
I'm gonna take a break
(Hello?)
*Phone drop*

{Chorus}
Colored cars like we be the cop squad
It gotta be lit cause you got a rod
She got a rod, a rod, a rod, a rod
She be going turbo, yeah
Turbo, gun me up n***a cause you be high
Knock the s*** out thеse n***as there bе no contest
You be throwing shade at my a*s I be like no way
Pop, pop, pop, pop
I be always on yo a*s you be like no way
We need more room, room, room, turn the wheel
We need more, room, room, room, room (need more room)
We need more room, room, room (need more room)
We need more, room, room, room, room (need more room)
We need to minimize, we ain't got room (ain't no room)
(Gary? Are You Ignoring My Calls?)

{Verse 1}
Let's go high, I need more room, I hate all that s***, we be superstars
We be heroes, why don't we have all that space, Feburary came but I came in 3rd place
Hold all the mace, ice on my body, p**n on the Tele, peak Gods, goat laws
Them n***as decide to censor their art cause it's appropriate for the mainstream
Mainstream s***, people always just daydream it's literally the same dreams
They just get more attention by making s*** digital disappears 2 week later n***a You should've waited n***a, wait
You got all the smoke, I want to see it, you doing s*** just for the clicks
I ducked away from the phones, let the n***as call me and I ain't gonna answer
You got famous for posting your d**k what? How? What? Is that necessary?
Your career will die and you'll end up in the cemetery and fame is a sanctuary
You probably already know that baby!

{Chorus}
Colored cars like we be the cop squad
It gotta be lit cause you got a rod
She got a rod, a rod, a rod, a rod
She be going turbo, yeah
Turbo, gun me up n***a cause you be high
Knock the s*** out these n***as there be no contest
You be throwing shade at my a*s I be like no way
Pop, pop, pop, pop
I be always on yo a*s you be like no way
We need more room, room, room, turn the wheel
We need more, room, room, room, room (need more room)
We need more room, room, room (need more room)
We need more, room, room, room, room (need more room)
We need to minimize, we ain't got room (ain't no room)
(What?)

{Verse 2}
Now you wanna have s*x?
That be a problem cause you be a little b**ch
Is this going too far?
Not you wanna get more room, girl, you need more feelings and attention
B**ch I'm digging In to those cheeks, but that s*** isn't versatile
I'm a gangsta, my baby-mama slapped me, flexed the p***y (flex)
Girl, you can be a model, get out of that business s***, don't we involved
Are you crazy? You got all that ice, n***as wanna get some s***
Took it out, don't take a photo of it, you'll get up in all that (what?)
You know that I'm getting ready, wait did you p*ss in the bed? (On god)
You know that I ain't ready, you can try all you want, s*** be petty
Don't resist wit da shots, waking up cause I'm freaked got no money
Money be s***, I don't need it, I got all da dracs loaded, hittin turbo

{Beat Switch}

{Verse 3}
You spend money for bullets, that ain't right
Slashin' profits out like the stocks gone
They keep flying around even if you broke for a flight
Girl, you be in all my fantasies, I'm down for nights
I got other options you found all of them
You be getting all this right (girl you earned all of this)
Did you find all the mixings, the room is tight
You be getting all this right (girl you earned all of this)
Slashin' profits out like the stocks gone
You spend millions for bullets, that ain't right
They keep flying around even if you broke for a flight
Girl, you be in all my fantasies, I'm down for nights
I got other options you found all of them
Did you find all the mixings, the room is tight

{Outro}
More room
Less spending
Yeah