Open Doors Video (MV)

Yeah, let's do it
Dollar
Sign
Stands
For quality
Look
I show it fore I speak it nigga
Nigga
You know it fore I teach it nigga
Nigga
Momma said I should've been a preacher nigga
But on this turf, it ain't no churches that could reach a nigga
All my partners in the streets and having beef with niggaz
They ain't looking for the pastor or the deacon nigga
They praying for calamity to meet a nigga
So they ain't gotta be the reaper nigga
Let's do it
Never had to put a tag on my soul
Long as Emmaline has knees we would have clothes
Long as Lola Bea had keys, we would have doors
So when Ray and Jay had needs, shit I had goals
You can pray and take bad shots, I'm a hit the hole
Like a young Derrick Rose, I attack before I pass out
Motherf*ck tryna hold the ball until the last shot
I'm dunking on the Mascot if anybody ask why
We need open doors
We need open doors
So please open yours
We need open doors
So please open yours, and we need open doors
We need open doors
So please open yours
We need open doors, so please open yours
As those walls began to cave in
Napping out like the sun
You got sum that's sound asleep
And got sums of number 1s
Number 1s, priorities not the same
Working no days off
In a life sum call lame
Remain in my lane, not tryna change
I just coast
In this game, not trying to be fire flamed
But just toast
You poverty-stricken, go head, take dat that ass whipping
Not trying to Better yourself
You jive turkey or chicken yeah
0-2 Toyota, rear damaged, can clearly see
But much thanks to the man upstairs, it get me from A to Z
Was tipping out on my 9, yea they got me from A to B,
I ain't quitting ,that wouldn't an option that surely wouldn't meant for me
All these doors, closed in my face
Some of em I walked away
But like a mole in the oddest of places I'm here to stay yeah
Not a word when you tell me shit that I can't do, better yet, let me show you what I can do
Nigga
We need open doors
We need open doors
So please open yours
We need open doors
So please open yours, and we need open doors
We need open doors
So please open yours
We need open doors, so please open yours
Look
Pop told me I was young and dumb
Hmph
And at the time I was 31
Slipped in a puddle of love, while tryna f*ck and run
Well gotdamn, was a little too in love with fun
But that's the pleasure of pain
You never get enough
Even when you get enough
Nigga know the bitch is just
Trouble but he hit her up
Nigga what you giggle for
You one heart eyed emoji off of slipping up
You one stroke short of child support and common law
And after that, that fire head turn to common jaw
A little word of advice, you better come with salt
And take a grain of that shit for all that woman talk
Cause when it's raining and shit, gone be somebody fault
Nobody blaming a bitch, and you the one with balls
But how can I pay the tab for everybody flaws
When I ain't able to grab at everybody straws
I'll make the call
We need open doors
We need open doors
So please open yours
We need open doors
So please open yours, and we need open doors
We need open doors
So please open yours
We need open doors, so please open yours