Doorways

[Intro: Conway the Machine]

Yeah

Peon ass niggas, man

Fuck out my way

Yeah

[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]

Yeah, lil' homie got his four on him, that's a forewarning

Give him a fifty, he bustin' your shit and he gettin' it done before morning (Brrr)

She think I'm spendin' the night, but I fuck on that bitch and I'm dippin' before morning (Haha!)

Lately, it feel like it's been rainin' 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 shootin' AKs out the back of a Ford Taurus (Brrrrrrrr)

Caught a body, fifteen, all that lil' boy shit, I wasn't goin' for it

I ain't goin' for it, I'm the man

Bitch, I'm the motherfuckin' man

If it's some pressure, my lil' brother uppin' the cannon (Uh, uh)

Want smoke, what you sayin'?

We still out here active, them fuck niggas playin' (Boom boom boom!)

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 motherfuckin' man

I had to shoot at a nigga for testin' me

Thinkin' 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 layin' a hand (Hah)

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 doin', I got to do me (Hahaha!)

Don't even gotta give brodie the bag to come smoke you, he comin' 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" (I got it)

You gon' hear "doot doot" from that .223

We finna slide, put your face on a tee (Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah)

And we was reminiscin' 'bout the old days

When we was was whippin' white up to the O'Jays

If it's smoke, you know we at your-

[Chorus: 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)

[Verse 2: Trae tha Truth]

Sick of these fuck niggas always tryna play games

I was burnin' off in the whip, tryna take aim

Tell 'em I was all about the money, I don't play fame

Boss, better know it's private when I take planes

Dread head shooter got me feelin' like a shotta

All black tee, probably overlook the Prada

Love no hoe, nigga, I can do without her

Nigga, you can have her when I'm done, I'm jumpin' out her

I was in the kitchen with the wrist, tryna work it (Yeah)

Hoppin' out the foreign, you can say I'm picture perfect (Yeah)

Every day, I'm on a different wave, tryna surf it

Touch mine, I can guarantee it wasn't worth it (Nope)

Me and Conway on the runway slidin'

Other rap niggas ain't street, they was hidin'

I'm knowin' niggas all cap, they was jivin'

Everything water, yeah, my neck got me divin'

I was thuggin' 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

[Chorus: 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

[Verse 3: Bun B]

I be reminiscin' about back in the days when me and my niggas was out on the corner

Pitchin' it, fresh out the kitchen from whippin', and wearin' a mask like we fightin' Corona

I was a player that you couldn't coach

'Cause I had ambitions on bein' 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 poppin' a hand full of Somas

Hard headed, didn't listen to nobody

Fuck that shit, I'ma do what I wanna

Hustlin' 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 motherfuckin' enemy

We would pull up, and pull out, and pop it, and I promise my face is the last thing you finna see

You put me in the cross, promise you I ain't takin' 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

Feelin' like the Incredible Hulk without even mixing Hpnotiq and Hennessy

Stayin' prayed up so God can replenish me, never let what you hoes say diminish me

And I'm still representin' the land of the trill, that's until the day you niggas finish me