The Door lyrics

[Verse 1]
Throwing caution to the wind
Where the f*ck 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 sh*t 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 n*ggas sounding kinda spent
I'm a connoisseur of the finer sh*t
I'm a make a mill' off the rhyming sh*t
Came a long way from top ramen
b*tch, 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 b*tch, 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 f*ck 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
[Chorus]
Big shot, hit that
I'ma send a message, did ya get that?
Your b*tch, I'm in that
And she gon' let me f*ck for a knickknack
New bag, jet lag
And she gon' give me top like a durag
Who dat? Who dat?
Someone at the door, n*gga who dat?

[Verse 2]
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
n*gga, you can feel the energy inside of me
I'm feeling like a living legend, living prosperous
I'm an underrated legend like Prodigy b*tch
Flow nausea sick
Play that sh*t, ad nauseam
Stillmatic like Nas and them
sh*t 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, n*gga what?
That's that sh*t a n*gga never done
Then y'all wonder why you never won
Number two, you never number one
n*gga 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 f*cked it up
Need a parachute, y'all falling off huh
[Chorus]
Big shot, hit that
I'ma send a message, did ya get that?
Your b*tch, I'm in that
And she gon' let me f*ck for a knickknack
New bag, jet lag
And she gon' give me top like a durag
Who dat? Who dat?
Someone at the door, n*gga who dat?