Front door (Radio Edit) Lyrics

Tryna get myself up, I can't open up the door

Tryna find my soul, but I lost it, oh

Yeah, I couldn't kill myself

Now I need to get that, tryna move, yeah

My movement big like tunes, yeah

Every time I jump, the levels go cool, yeah

And my girl never call, I'm a bad man

I be smokin' gas, nigga, it's a bad threat

Come again, come again, it's a bad guess

I be smokin' this, blah, blah, plan less

How you give me that idea

Man, I flip bottles like I need an idea

How many girls you gonna call my deal

I be fuckin' low still, but I still steal

Mama told me, tell the police, lock me up

Still got out, still killin' all these rats

Young nigga never gonna make that cash

Cause all he think about, he said, is hate, yeah

Rats are buildin', we're supposed to catch with the flow

Tryna kill myself, but I can't open up the door

Tryna find my soul, but I lost it, oh

Tryna kill myself, I can't

Tryna kill myself, I put it

Yeah, I'm tryna, yeah, I'm tryna kill myself

Baby, I couldn't do it, I put it

I couldn't kill myself

Don't let me press her, don't let me go

I be 4'4", I be goin' on her

I be fuckin' hoes, taking out jobs

Old niggas, yeah, bringing bad news

I be so good, really on my own

All my life, nigga, I'm alone

I don't care, I'ma die, all alone

I don't need you, you don't need me

That's what you want, that's what you see

That's why we leave, that's why we hide

That's why we slide, that's why you go

A lot of trouble, and a lot of flexin

And a lot of money, I don't like you

You just like me, and you're proud I don't like you

So, why you wanna pull up on my bike, ooh