The Door - K.A.A.N., Dem Jointz, Bleverly Hills

Throwing caution to the wind

Where the fuck 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 shit 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 niggas sounding kinda spent

I’m a connoisseur of the finer shit

I’m a make a mill' off the rhyming shit

Came a long way from top ramen

Bitch, 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 bitch, 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 fuck it,

let’s 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 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

Big shot, hit that

I’ma send a message, did ya get that?

Your bitch, I’m in that

And she gon' let me fuck for a knickknack

New bag, jet lag

And she gon' give me top like a durag

Who dat?

Who dat?

Someone at the door, nigga who dat?

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

Nigga, you can feel the energy inside of me

I’m feeling like a living legend, living prosperous

I’m an underrated legend like Prodigy bitch

Young narcissist

Play that shit, ad nauseam

Still manic like Nas and them

Shit 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, nigga what?

That’s that shit a nigga never done

Then y’all wonder why you never won

Number two, you never number one

Nigga 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 fucked it up

Need a parachute, y’all falling off huh

Big shot, hit that

I’ma send a message, did ya get that?

Your bitch, I’m in that

And she gon' let me fuck for a knickknack

New bag, jet lag

And she gon' give me top like a durag

Who dat?

Who dat?

Someone at the door, nigga who dat?