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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Freddie Gibbs
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Freddie Gibbs
Lyrics
BNYX
Composer
Andrew "Pops" Papaleo
Composer
Brian Massaka (Moo Latte)
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
BNYX
Producer
Moo Latte
Producer
Andrew "Pops" Papaleo
Producer
Lyrics
Sheesh, yeah
Cookin', cookin', yeah
Let me seal my legacy
'Fore these crackers artificial intelligence me
Hoes on the dick regularly, mackin' bitches my specialty (ah)
Rabbit package my specialty (ah), neutron, I'll never be
Paranoid 'cause I was sellin' 'fetti with a snitch nigga right next to me
But I'm still goin' (still goin'), still at the crack house with the steel doors (steel doors)
Nigga, why would I touch my pack when I can just steal yours? (Uh)
That nigga Willie, he crossed me twice, but I was still loyal (still loyal)
Chevy boys duckin' them pigs in that fuckin' Ford (uh)
Chopper blowin', police ain't goin', hopped out that black Explorer (ah)
Heavy automatic gunfire, I'm clappin' at the boys (uh)
Shootout ended in Indiana, started in Illinois
TRX truck with the Hemi, I ride tyrannosaurus (ah)
Ready to bite a plug out of these niggas, I done made thugs out of these niggas
Since been paid up, so the grave already dug for most of these niggas
Walked through shit, piss, and the mud just to get drugs off of these niggas
All this free hatin', what it really cost to get some love out of these- (huh)
Steel doors, still at the crack house thuggin' with the Lords (huh)
Nigga, why would I touch a pack when I can still record? (Uh)
When it come to them flows, I'm one of the coldest niggas ever born
Fuck me when you mad at your nigga, nothin' like a woman's scorn (uh)
I'm beggin' the Lord to heal me, but I'm loyal to what's gon' kill me
If I switch it up, change up my message, then they ain't gon' feel me
Chopper big, I can't conceal it, lift him up, and he popped a wheelie (uh)
If I take the pressure off of these niggas, then they ain't gon' feel me (uh)
Through these steel doors, you rep your set, is you gon' kill for it? (Uh)
Put that bitch on life support, heard they just pulled the cord (huh)
You know, your problems only get bigger when you the biggest Lord
TRX truck with the Hemi, I ride tyrannosaurus (ah)
Ready to bite a plug out of these niggas, I done made thugs out of these niggas
Since been paid up, so the grave already dug for most of these niggas
Walked through shit, piss, and the mud just to get drugs off of these niggas
All this free hatin', what it really cost to get some love out of these niggas? (Huh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
What it really cost to get some love out of these niggas? (Huh)
Yeah, what it really cost to get some love out of these- (huh)
Steel doors, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
What it really cost to get some love out of these niggas? (Huh)
Yeah
Steel doors, yeah
Steel doors, yeah
The trap is a revolving door
Steel doors, steel doors
Don't know what's on either side
Trust me, Freddie
So what's it gonna to be?
Steel doors, yeah
Standing by the steel door, waiting for a chance
Will you dodge the traps and kick down the doors of steel?
Well, life's about choices
And breaking the doors of steel
Which one are you gonna do?
Writer(s): Freddie Gibbs, Andrew "pops" Papaleo, Brian Moo Latte, Bnyx
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