Conway The Machine, Trae Tha Truth, Bun B - Doorways lyrics

Yeah peon ass niggas, man
Fuck out my way yeah

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
She think I'm spendin' the night
But I fuck on that bitch
And I'm dippin' before morning
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 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
Want smoke, what you sayin'? We
Still out here active
Them fuck niggas playin'
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
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
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"
You gon' hear "doot doot" from
That 223, we finna slide
Put your face on a tee
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-

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)

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 ho, 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, hoppin' out the foreign
You can say I'm picture perfect
Every day, I'm on a different wave
Tryna surf it, touch mine
I can guarantee it wasn't worth it
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

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

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
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