Shut the Door

Shit ain't been alright since she died
Everything changed something
I can't lie the kid is traumatized
If you seen the world in my eyes
You will see the fakeness in disguise
Tired of people telling me lies
They can't say a thing because I tried
My heart been broke I can't even lie that shit got to me, damn
My mama said that she is proud of me, damn
It got to a point I catch all my fam at all
Fuck it we ball
Take yo lil bitch to mall
If she want the bag then she get the store
Can't even mad because she gave me the throat
I know some niggas that lied to me told me they got me but they didn't have me
How the hell you taking credit for my talent when having one mama ain't having
But she had me so I'm happy
If I say I gotchu make it happen and when she died can't lie that was tragic
I titled this pain I express in my rapping
I'll give you anything for real
Even a wedding ring if you real
I'm coldest out they catching chills
Selling em' pounds knowing how that feel
Sometimes pray to god to get the wheel
And I pray to god to get a pill
My brotha in prison he ain't getting out
I'm trying my hardest make it out the south
Balenci my drip Siaka
My partner score on your bih like Siakam
Yeah you can score on the kid imma block em'
I ain't in the sky imma ride wit my choppa
I look through you I know what you going through
You don't gotta lie to me lie to your honor
Now these hundreds I'm thumbing
Whenever you call just know that I'm coming

Yeah I'm coming
Yeah, look at the these hundreds I'm thrumming
Give him ball he gonna fumble
Remember the times we was scaping the pots and the pans, thank god we made it out of the struggle
Beat on my chest I'm the king of the jungle
We some boys that turned in man but in reality that was some real life hustle, man life is puzzle
My brother was 15 when he him a baby
Life is to crazy could've had me a lady
Thoughts of a ring but you blew it
You fucked wit my slime but that's thing you knew what you was doing
Fuck all them bitches that had you influenced
I know I ain't perfect you lucky I'm human
Just brought me ticket I flew out to Houston
Just hoping my presents don't make you feel ruined

Gucci, channel, and Prada
Said you was proud of me, but my nigga you doubted me
Say you opp but you follow me
I fucked on your bestie yeah she be quick to come swallow me
I know some Niggas that come wit that perjury
She be running to my dick wit some of that urgency
What's the emergency
Say I touching your soul that's eternity
Say they heard of me

Shut the door, shut the door
Shut the door and I bet they gonna come back
I can not let you in you a rag rat
All of your friends on my dick they gonna fuck that
What is the problem
Shut the door and I bet they gonna run back
Shut the door, shut the door