Open Doors

Yeah, let’s do it Dollar Sign Stands For quality Look I show it fore I speak it nigga Nigga You know it fore I teach it nigga Nigga Momma said I should’ve been a preacher nigga But on this turf, it ain’t no churches that could reach a nigga All my partners in the streets and having beef with niggaz They ain’t looking for the pastor or the deacon nigga They praying for calamity to meet a nigga So they ain’t gotta be the reaper nigga Let’s do it Never had to put a tag on my soul Long as Emmaline has knees we would have clothes Long as Lola Bea had keys, we would have doors So when Ray and Jay had needs, shit I had goals You can pray and take bad shots, I’m a hit the hole Like a young Derrick Rose, I attack before I pass out Motherfuck tryna hold the ball until the last shot I’m dunking on the Mascot if anybody ask why We need open doors We need open doors So please open yours We need open doors So please open yours, and we need open doors We need open doors So please open yours We need open doors, so please open yours As those walls began to cave in Napping out like the sun You got sum that’s sound asleep And got sums of number 1s Number 1s, priorities not the same Working no days off In a life sum call lame Remain in my lane, not tryna change I just coast In this game, not trying to be fire flamed But just toast You poverty-stricken, go head, take dat that ass whipping Not trying to Better yourself You jive turkey or chicken yeah 0-2 Toyota, rear damaged, can clearly see But much thanks to the man upstairs, it get me from A to Z Was tipping out on my 9, yea they got me from A to B, I ain’t quitting ,that wouldn’t an option that surely wouldn’t meant for me All these doors, closed in my face Some of em I walked away But like a mole in the oddest of places I’m here to stay yeah Not a word when you tell me shit that I can’t do, better yet, let me show you what I can do Nigga We need open doors We need open doors So please open yours We need open doors So please open yours, and we need open doors We need open doors So please open yours We need open doors, so please open yours Look Pop told me I was young and dumb Hmph And at the time I was 31 Slipped in a puddle of love, while tryna f*ck and run Well gotdamn, was a little too in love with fun But that’s the pleasure of pain You never get enough Even when you get enough Nigga know the bitch is just Trouble but he hit her up Nigga what you giggle for You one heart eyed emoji off of slipping up You one stroke short of child support and common law And after that, that fire head turn to common jaw A little word of advice, you better come with salt And take a grain of that shit for all that woman talk Cause when it’s raining and shit, gone be somebody fault Nobody blaming a bitch, and you the one with balls But how can I pay the tab for everybody flaws When I ain’t able to grab at everybody straws I’ll make the call We need open doors We need open doors So please open yours We need open doors So please open yours, and we need open doors We need open doors So please open yours We need open doors, so please open yours