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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Freddie Gibbs
Freddie Gibbs
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Freddie Gibbs
Freddie Gibbs
Lyrics
BNYX
BNYX
Composer
Andrew "Pops" Papaleo
Andrew "Pops" Papaleo
Composer
Brian Massaka (Moo Latte)
Brian Massaka (Moo Latte)
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
BNYX
BNYX
Producer
Moo Latte
Moo Latte
Producer
Andrew "Pops" Papaleo
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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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