Let me in the Door

Grew up in a place
where you better tote that thang
Aint a time where you gone feel safe
How thats yo nigga but when he needed yo most
Sorry was all you could say
I understand the day gone come when death
lookin me right in the face
Know ian duckin or hiding
God right behind me
I'm proudly accepting my fate
You niggas bitches
Doin dirt then snitchin
Yo ogs aint teach you the game
I send word niggas blitzin
On yo ass like blitzen
I know my young niggas gone sleigh
He actin real rowdy, he fraud
He touch me his ass gone die
Cant catch me without my fye
Think I'm you loafin
You outta yo mind
His bitch think im cold
Think im anemic
Yo bitch swallowed my whole soul
She a demon
Left snot all in her nose, left her feigning
Kissed her after she came home
Know you seen it
Niggas be hatin
You cant compare where you dont compete
No she aint visit a dentist, gang that's me all on her teeth
Don't wanna let me in game
Cause i'm the prodigy
Actin like you proud but got secret hate
That shit odd to me
I'm from a place where niggas scared of gloves
You see a opp you better send em up
Cause that nigga ain't fret bust
You niggas ain't no threat to us
When we was kids boy you was scared as fuck
So don't be actin like you really tuff
Before we fuck you up

They fucked up
Lettin me in the door
Ian lettin up and ian lettin go
Remember askin a nigga to post
Now when i see em i'm big bro
Naw nigga ion want yo props or yo cred
You niggas dont owe me shit
Can't beef bout no bitch
But if its bout some bread
You'll get zipped
Aye
They fucked up
Lettin me in the door
Ian lettin up and ian lettin go
Remember askin a nigga to post
Now when i see em i'm big bro
Naw nigga ion want yo props or yo cred
You niggas dont owe me shit
Can't beef bout no bitch
But if its bout some bread
You'll get zipped

Got the world up on my shoulders
I been feeling all alone
Nobody but myself
My house ain't felt like home
In a minute
That's every excuse to get it
Everytime you count me out
I'ma find a way to win it
I'm from the trenches all i seen was murder
A nigga disrespect yo set
Then you better hurt em
Where niggas tweaking off the white
Then they turn to virgil
If you wanna keep yo life
You stay straped like urkel
Reminiscing on jumping fences
Jump in that car then stand on business
Ain't gotta do shit
I'm the ticket
Try me if you want ian missing
I'll take the grave over the penitentiary

They fucked up
Lettin me in the door
Ian lettin up and ian lettin go
Remember askin a nigga to post
Now when i see em i'm big bro
Naw nigga ion want yo props or yo cred
You niggas dont owe me shit
Can't beef bout no bitch
But if its bout some bread
You'll get zipped



Credits
Writer(s): Semaja Brooks
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