Conway the Machine – Doorways Lyrics
Artist: Conway the Machine
Song: Doorways
Yeah
Peon #ss n#gg#s, man
f#ck out my way
Yeah
Yeah, lil’ homie got his four on him, that’s a forewarning
Give him a fifty, he bustin’ your sh#t and he gettin’ it done before morning
She think I’m spendin’ the night, but I f#ck on that b#tch 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 sh#t, I wasn’t goin’ for it
I ain’t goin’ for it, I’m the man
b#tch, I’m the motherf#ckin’ man
If it’s some pressure, my lil’ brother uppin’ the cannon
Want smoke, what you sayin’? We still out here active, them f#ck n#gg#s 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 motherf#ckin’ man
I had to shoot at a n#gg# for testin’ me, thinkin’ sh#t 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 b#tch with the soda, then sell it again
Do that ten times, then i got me two free, f#ck 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
f#ck 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
f#ck up your day, ’cause it’s on me [Yeah]
Sick of these f#ck n#gg#s 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 its private when I take planes
Dread head shooter got me feelin’ like a shotta, all black tee, probably overlook the Prada
Love no ho, n#gg#, I can do without her, n#gg#, 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 n#gg#s ain’t street, they was hidin’
I’m knowin’ n#gg#s 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, f#ck 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
f#ck 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
f#ck up your day, ’cause it’s on me
I be reminiscin’ about back in the days when me and my n#gg#s 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, “f#ck them diplomas”
Out in them streets, f#ck with us, we put you to sleep like poppin’ a hand full of Somas
Hard headed, didn’t listen to nobody, f#ck that sh#t, I’ma do what I wanna
Hustlin’ for more figures and I wasn’t scared of no n#gg#s, f#ck 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, n#gg#, you was my motherf#ckin’ 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 n#gg#s finish me
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Release Year: 2021