Open Sesame Lyrics

I hear them demons in my ears like"Hello, Mothafucka!"

Ain't tryna hang around, these niggas broke, niggas bustas

Cheese on the fit, done got the green Supreme bussin

Still on that grind, know my enemies wasn't

How you feel about that bitch? I feel nothing

My heart done went numb from all the pain and the suffering

But this blood pumping in me still for my loved ones

You get between them and catch a slug or gotta run one

Say, what you know 'bout staying calm and watching funds running out?

Then fast forward, getting jaws when the sun coming out

All these broads running 'round without they bras in the house

Bro ain't looking for no change but got his arms in the couch

Fast motion, I been moving at fast pace, this damn near a drag race

My last bae left me sick with a bad taste

If you seen what I just seen inside this mirror you would fear it

That's 'cuz you never been that brave yourself to stand near it

I got pain in my soul, it won't never leave

Friends come and go, guess they don't mess with me

Staying on the low, I got the recipe

Praying at the door, it's open sesame

I got pain in my soul, it won't never leave

Friends come and go, guess they don't mess with me

Staying on the low, I got the recipe

Praying at the door, it's open sesame

These niggas fanned out, get 'em fanned out

I beat a bitch right from the back, I need to grab a hand towel

Let him say he finna stretch something, I'm going fed bound

Them niggas hated for some years, look at who the man now, it ain't you

We got all these blunts and bad hoes twerking in the booth

Checking in, this shit revenge 'cuz niggas worthless in the stu

We get treated like some bosses, ain't no workers in the room

Just a bunch of rockstars that shoot the hustle to the moon

Married to the game, you know I jumped the broom

Shit, I'm glad to be the groom

And we last until the tomb

Why you asking what I do? I spit magic to the youth

Most these niggas capping, never spit a fraction of the truth

I got pain fasho with some better days to go

Target locked on the top and bitch I'm aiming to blow

Them niggas gave 'em the block but bitch I gave 'em the hope

When life come with punches, no, you can't hang on the ropes

I got pain in my soul, it won't never leave

Friends come and go, guess they don't mess with me

Staying on the low, I got the recipe

Praying at the door, it's open sesame

I got pain in my soul, it won't never leave

Friends come and go, guess they don't mess with me

Staying on the low, I got the recipe

Praying at the door, it's open sesame