The Door

Throwing caution to the wind Where the fuck do I begin? How the hell you get it in? I don't think it's in your nature I went from minor to major This shit is easy, it's a lay-up Clyde Drexler ambidextrous I'm in the game, you a pedestrian Clandestine with your weak attempts It's not a hit, you ain't make a dent Man these niggas sounding kinda spent I'm a connoisseur of the finer shit I'm a make a meal off the rhyme and shit Came a long way from top ramen Bitch, you went the wrong way down a dead-end I took the back steps but never back-peddled Had to hit the clutch and make the gear switch Driving reckless bitch, that's the Twisted Metal Dark as Darth Vader I am, came up from playing my hand I couldn't stay in the stands I had to jump off the porch and then climb up A mountain like fuck it, lets see where I land 'Cause I wanted me a Benz, Benz, Benz, Benz The type where the rims spin, spin, spin Sitting on twenty twin, twin, twin The engine go [whatever the sound is in text] ah Love it or hate it I know my worth, I appraised it Diamond in the rough, I bet I call your bluff I bet I bet it back, you better double up, uh Big shot, hit that I'ma send a message, did ya get that? Your bitch, I'm in that And she gon' let me fuck for a knickknack New bag, jet lag And she gon' give me top like a durag Who dat? Who dat? Someone at the door, nigga who dat? I been seen it all, yes lawd I done got it on my own I don't want the spot Kings get they heads cut off Take a minute, ride with me Nigga, you can feel the energy inside of me I'm feeling like a living legend, living prosperous I'm an underrated legend like Prodigy bitch Flow nausea sick Play that shit, ad nauseam Stillmatic like Nas and them Shit is hot as Fort Lauderdale It Was Written, It Ain't Hard to Tell Yeah I got it all for sale Don't believe, come see yourself Take it easy, nigga what? That's that shit a nigga never done Then y'all wonder why you never won Number two, you never number one Nigga you the runner up, but your run is up Had a chance to score but you fumbled up Yeah the world was yours but you fucked it up Need a parachute, y'all falling off huh Big shot, hit that I'ma send a message, did ya get that? Your bitch, I'm in that And she gon' let me fuck for a knickknack New bag, jet lag And she gon' give me top like a durag Who dat? Who dat? Someone at the door, nigga who dat?