Doorways

[Conway The Machine:]
Yeah
Peon ass niggas, man
Fuck out my way
Yeah

Yeah, lil' homie got his four on him, that's a forewarning
Give him a fifty, he busting your shit and he getting it done before morning
She think I'm spending the night, but I fuck on that bitch and I'm dipping before morning
Lately, it feel like it's been raining money on me, but I gotta see more pour in (Ha)
Yeah, the shooters, they come and kick your door in
Remember them days, we pull up, I'm shooting AKs out the back of a Ford Taurus
Caught a body, fifteen, all that lil' boy shit, I wasn't going for it
I ain't going for it, I'm the man
Bitch, I'm the motherfucking man
If it's some pressure, my lil' brother upping the cannon
Want smoke, what you sayin'? We still out here active, them fuck niggas playing
My lil' man, he still behind the wall, it's been fifteen years straight, he still stuck in the jam
Soon as they open them gates, I'ma make sure he straight, that's my word, that's my motherfucking man
I had to shoot at a nigga for testing me, thinking shit sweet, he don't know who I am
Can't let you trick me up off of these streets, but I promise on me, you ain't laying a hand
Open the brick, take out three hundred grams, hit that bitch with the soda, then sell it again
Do that ten times, then i got me two free, fuck what they doing, I got to do me
Don't even gotta give brodie the bag to come smoke you, he coming to do it for free
He told me, "Big bro, don't worry, I got you, I know for a fact you gon' do it for me"
You gon' hear "doot doot" from that .223, we finna slide, put your face on a tee
And we was reminiscing 'bout the old days, when we was was whipping white up to the O'Jays
If it's smoke, you know we at your

[Trae Tha Truth:]
At your doorway, I don't play
It's okay, they know me
At your doorway, won't go your way
Fuck up your day, 'cause it's on me
At your doorway, I don't play
It's okay, they know me
At your doorway, won't go your way
Fuck up your day, 'cause it's on me (Yeah)

Sick of these fuck niggas always tryna play games, I was burning off in the whip, tryna take aim
Tell 'em I was all about the money, I don't play fame, boss, better know its private when I take planes
Dread head shooter got me feeling like a shotta, all black tee, probably overlook the Prada
Love no ho, nigga, I can do without her, nigga, you can have her when I'm done, I'm jumping out her
I was in the kitchen with the wrist, tryna work it, hopping out the foreign, you can say I'm picture perfect
Every day, I'm on a different wave, tryna surf it, touch mine, I can guarantee it wasn't worth it
Me and Conway on the runway sliding, other rap niggas ain't street, they was hiding
I'm knowing niggas all cap, they was jiving, everything water, yeah, my neck got me diving
I was thugging for a hobby, I'm pressure, don't make me catch another body, I work it
Nobody know it like I'm Tommy, the block, prolly give 'em a tsunami
Play with the drum, I should've been a Barker, nice with the books, I should've been a author
Nice with the cookies, I should've been a Martha, fuck out my face, you got nothing to offer

At your doorway, I don't play
It's okay, they know me
At your doorway, won't go your way
Fuck up your day, 'cause it's on me
At your doorway, I don't play
It's okay, they know me
At your doorway, won't go your way
Fuck up your day, 'cause it's on me

[Bun B:]
I be reminiscing about back in the days when me and my niggas was out on the corner
Pitching it, fresh out the kitchen from whipping, and wearing a mask like we fighting Corona
I was a player that you couldn't coach 'cause I had ambitions on being a owner
I was the leader de facto, and just like young Maxo, them hoes gon' respect my persona
Ran with a clique full of fools that I knew from school and they was like, "Fuck them diplomas"
Out in them streets, fuck with us, we put you to sleep like popping a hand full of Somas
Hard headed, didn't listen to nobody, fuck that shit, I'ma do what I wanna
Hustling for more figures and I wasn't scared of no niggas, fuck with me, you a goner
I'm from the era that if you bought more that a dozen, the plug let you get them for ten a ki
If you wasn't a friend of me, then you was opps, nigga, you was my motherfucking enemy
We would pull up, and pull out, and pop, and I promise my face is the last thing you finna see
You put me in the cross, promise you I ain't taking a loss even if you some kin to me
See we used to pack up the whip with the work and then drive it from Texas to Tennessee
Feeling like the Incredible Hulk without even mixing Hpnotiq and Hennessy
Staying prayed up so God can replenish me, never let what you hoes say diminish me
And I'm still representing the land of the trill, that's until the day you niggas finish me