Screen Door

What's the word, what's the word, what's the word?

You are now about to witness the strength of narcotics

Who's that peekin' in my screen door?

I got what you need, what you fiend for?

Bobby Johnson ain't my OG, this ain't no movie, bro

Pop's was off that O.E trippin' gettin' his Tookie on

Thunderbird with Gold D's, a felon and parolee

McDonald's for the Double Cheese, pockets fit a couple C-Notes

Up on the screen, Dolce in the pack it up and leave

But we don't read those

Cause the money comin' faster than your bitch, nigga

All my life I wanted to be a rich nigga

But homie let me proceed

Pop's was moving slow poke, that's way before the codeine

Just methadone and powdered H to junkies with the sour faces

Knocking on the screen door asking for their homie Nate

Ten to twenty each, 4p.m. he leave so don't be late

Mom up off of work asking me if anybody came

To kick it with my dad or was he chilling in the alleyway

He was in the alleyway, that's what he always had me say

Slangin' for them bills he had to pay somebody at the door

Pots on top of the furnace, Glocks on top of the kitchen

Table-tables is turning, now my father is trippin'

He shootin', sniffin', and sippin', pigs recruitin' them snitches

Cause testimonies from homies can lead to longer convictions

Police knockin' at my door, pretendin' nobody hear him

Police knockin' down my door with judicial system permission

Contraband in where we livin', hope I don't get thrown away

In the prison dogs are sniffin' backyard full of canes

Catch a case and not get out, niggas fighting every day

Choppers circle cause a nigga chop hard on the blade

Got broads on the base, slangin' rude, we bangin' too

Where you from?

If they got that back, we clapping coming through

Going dumb, 40's selling water profit from the slums

Since we was young money been the motive

Nigga get you some guns and dough

Bruh I love them guns and dough

Find me slangin' for the low

Come around, you getting domed, somebody at the door