KICK IN THE DOOR

[Verse 1]
I been told y’all how I feel, y’all still talkin’?
Bitch I rap better than Micheal does his moonwalkin'
I’m smooth talkin' on beats you never heard of, ask yo momma
Ask yo daddy how he used to bump this in his caddy
This my shit, I like to say that I was born late
Me and my homies ain’t come to play, we came to storm gates
I used to hop on Biggie beats to show em how I rip shit
I spit until my brain cannot refrain and gets lifted
Bitch I might be gifted, spiritually word to Steelo
Sin City reppin' everyday, shouts to Reno
Spit sick shit, my dick stiff, I need chemo
Who the fuck is kickin' at the door? oh it’s CHINO
They yellin' “don’t let em in”
'cause once I get to settlin’
It’s whoopin' after whoopin'
There won’t ever be no better than
Everybody knows it’s like that
All my flows, you bite that
If you got the balls to do it, fuck it, fight back
Ain’t no promise it’s gon' work
All that talkin' get you nowhere
Shit’ll get you bagged up and i’m the clerk
Fuck yo money bitch, i’m keepin' the change
I be doin' my own thang and I ain’t switching no lanes
I got goons on top of goons up alert
Run yo pockets, take yo shirt
We gon' leave yo ass lyin' in the dirt
I said, I got goons on top of goons up alert
Run yo pockets, take yo shirt
We gon' leave yo ass lyin' in the dirt

[Hook]
Kick in the door
Wavin’ the .44
All you heard was poppa don’t hit me no mo'
Kick in the door
Wavin’ the .44
All you heard was poppa don't

[Verse 2]
Gettin' high, on the low
Spittin' rhymes, off the dope
If he trash, send em' home
Oh he rappin', here we go
Grip the mic and make you listen to the shit I got to say
Because i’m bound to come around, fuck around and ruin your day
I be on that
Me? good at rappin'? i’m beyond that
Met a lil cutie, ass fatter than a wombat
Mortal Kombat the kitty
And now she be rollin’ wit me
We whippin' it thru the city
I get the guap like i’m Diddy
No kidding
I be in and out the state like a tour bus
Team coming strong, and i’m still bringin more of us
Victor get the uzi, let it sing like a chorus
Leo in the back, rollin' woods, like a forest
We floor it
Never pump the brakes, hit the gas
Countin' this money, I been gettin' better at math
Only time i’m switchin' lanes is when i’m fast enough to pass em’
Anybody talkin' shit, i’m finna spaz on they ass

Yea, was that good?