"Room At The Table" lyrics
K.A.A.N. & King Iso Lyrics
Better put the time and determine
I grind with the hustle of a nigga that was meant to be
Be a motherfuckin' standout, never take handouts, oh nah nigga that's just not me
Had to fight like a 12-round bout, no doubt I deserve what I got so as you can see
I ain't got no love, all I got is my skill
Gotta pay my bills, what the fuck you mean I need it
I don't wanna be like them
I would never try to fit in
They don't wanna make no room at they table
Taking them scraps, that's how they play you
They don't wanna let me sit at they table, fuck that nigga I'll make one
Can't blend in to be a great one
Fuck yo' table I'll make
I been at it like a lone wolf
Dialing in like I'm readin' out a phonebook
I've been denied plenty of times, it's fine
I guarantee that I made my fuckin' way out of the dark woods so it's all good
Losing focus that's a bad look
That's an easy way to fall through a trap door
Every time they counted me out I realized
That it was on me to maneuver and bounce back more
Take it off the backboard, put it on the floor
Let my nigga score, put us in a position to win I know
Stay outta the morgue so we live more
Always be ready my nigga when it's time to go
Life is precious, I'm invested, I been tested every goddamn day
Highs and lows, your up and down, no matter what you gotta find your way
Better put the time and determine
I grind with the hustle of a nigga that was meant to be
Be a motherfuckin' standout, never take handouts, oh nah nigga that's just not me
Had to fight like a 12-round bout, no doubt I deserve what I got so as you can see
I ain't got no love, all I got is my skill
Gotta pay my bills, what the fuck you mean I need it
I don't wanna be like them
I would never try to fit in
They don't wanna make no room at they table
Taking them scraps, that's how they play you
They don't wanna let me sit at they table, fuck that nigga I'll make one
Can't blend in to be a great one
Fuck yo' table I'll make (Ay, Iso)
Often I decide
To walk alone like [?] some green to get back on my feet right
Talkin' to me like
I [?] and breakin' my foot off in your behind
Making my own table, periodic by design
Imma carpenter, peep y'all in a decline
Like you're working out the lower back but I'm about to go Psalm 23.5, off to the beehive
All enemies die, foes get [?] fee fi
Keep a tablecloth for the beef, guys
Walk into the diner
To the neck with a steak knife, yelling out "Y'all finna eat right!"
Off of the leash I run to the trenches and jump on these fences pull up on ya like "Dawg what it be like?"
Leave 'em in the creek like Dawson, my theme like
I don't wanna wait for them at all in the meantime
Better put the time and determine
I grind with the hustle of a nigga that was meant to be
Be a motherfuckin' standout, never take handouts, oh nah nigga that's just not me
Had to fight like a 12-round bout, no doubt I deserve what I got so as you can see
I ain't got no love, all I got is my skill
Gotta pay my bills, what the fuck you mean I need it
I don't wanna be like them
I would never try to fit in
They don't wanna make no room at they table
Taking them scraps, that's how they play you
They don't wanna let me sit at they table, fuck that nigga I'll make one
Can't blend in to be a great one
Fuck yo' table I'll make one
Live in the energy, never mistake it, I'm tapped in
Givin' 'em more than the minimum, nigga I must win
Rising above the surface, working, find my purpose
What I'm earning, I deserve it
Ain't nothing different, the same hunger as back then
Living and move with the stopwatch, go 10-10
Feel the pressure, feel the presence
Let 'em know that I improved em, I am better
It's like I'm back with a vengeance
Taking everything they stole my intentions
Nothing to it, I [?] minimum and I've realized in this life
That they don't give extensions, you better be relentless
Heartless, heartless, plant the seeds to harvest
Take the chance or you'll be starvin'
Plenty of niggas that missed out
You either take a shot or you sit down
Always gotta stay in yo' lane
I grind with the hustle of a nigga that was meant to be
Be a motherfuckin' standout, never take handouts, oh nah nigga that's just not me
Had to fight like a 12-round bout, no doubt I deserve what I got so as you can see
I ain't got no love, all I got is my skill
Gotta pay my bills, what the fuck you mean I need it
I don't wanna be like them
I would never try to fit in
They don't wanna make no room at they table
Taking them scraps, that's how they play you
They don't wanna let me sit at they table, fuck that nigga I'll make one
Can't blend in to be a great one
Fuck yo' table I'll make
I been at it like a lone wolf
Dialing in like I'm readin' out a phonebook
I've been denied plenty of times, it's fine
I guarantee that I made my fuckin' way out of the dark woods so it's all good
Losing focus that's a bad look
That's an easy way to fall through a trap door
Every time they counted me out I realized
That it was on me to maneuver and bounce back more
Take it off the backboard, put it on the floor
Let my nigga score, put us in a position to win I know
Stay outta the morgue so we live more
Always be ready my nigga when it's time to go
Life is precious, I'm invested, I been tested every goddamn day
Highs and lows, your up and down, no matter what you gotta find your way
Better put the time and determine
I grind with the hustle of a nigga that was meant to be
Be a motherfuckin' standout, never take handouts, oh nah nigga that's just not me
Had to fight like a 12-round bout, no doubt I deserve what I got so as you can see
I ain't got no love, all I got is my skill
Gotta pay my bills, what the fuck you mean I need it
I don't wanna be like them
I would never try to fit in
They don't wanna make no room at they table
Taking them scraps, that's how they play you
They don't wanna let me sit at they table, fuck that nigga I'll make one
Can't blend in to be a great one
Fuck yo' table I'll make (Ay, Iso)
Often I decide
To walk alone like [?] some green to get back on my feet right
Talkin' to me like
I [?] and breakin' my foot off in your behind
Making my own table, periodic by design
Imma carpenter, peep y'all in a decline
Like you're working out the lower back but I'm about to go Psalm 23.5, off to the beehive
All enemies die, foes get [?] fee fi
Keep a tablecloth for the beef, guys
Walk into the diner
To the neck with a steak knife, yelling out "Y'all finna eat right!"
Off of the leash I run to the trenches and jump on these fences pull up on ya like "Dawg what it be like?"
Leave 'em in the creek like Dawson, my theme like
I don't wanna wait for them at all in the meantime
Better put the time and determine
I grind with the hustle of a nigga that was meant to be
Be a motherfuckin' standout, never take handouts, oh nah nigga that's just not me
Had to fight like a 12-round bout, no doubt I deserve what I got so as you can see
I ain't got no love, all I got is my skill
Gotta pay my bills, what the fuck you mean I need it
I don't wanna be like them
I would never try to fit in
They don't wanna make no room at they table
Taking them scraps, that's how they play you
They don't wanna let me sit at they table, fuck that nigga I'll make one
Can't blend in to be a great one
Fuck yo' table I'll make one
Live in the energy, never mistake it, I'm tapped in
Givin' 'em more than the minimum, nigga I must win
Rising above the surface, working, find my purpose
What I'm earning, I deserve it
Ain't nothing different, the same hunger as back then
Living and move with the stopwatch, go 10-10
Feel the pressure, feel the presence
Let 'em know that I improved em, I am better
It's like I'm back with a vengeance
Taking everything they stole my intentions
Nothing to it, I [?] minimum and I've realized in this life
That they don't give extensions, you better be relentless
Heartless, heartless, plant the seeds to harvest
Take the chance or you'll be starvin'
Plenty of niggas that missed out
You either take a shot or you sit down
Always gotta stay in yo' lane
