Doorite - Saukrates, K-OS, Nickelus F.

My mama said don’t say nigga

The world said, pull the trigger

I’m sitting here trippin' off of old liquor

And now I’m insistin' on a old rhythm

I’ma doorite, I can do wrong

I’ma doorite, I can do wrong, wrong

I got just all the glamour the lights

The flames and rockets

You couldn’t imagine all the days that I flip

From hero to zero

Flip shit backwards zero to hero

Rebirth the access

Now show your money

But never show emotion

Two little phrases sound like a pimp’s potion

I’ma play the game like a whale play the ocean

Even if it mean the money move in slow motion

I ain’t saying nothin' but the real

Flip the coin this a joint I say how I feel

The peaks and valley define the alley cat

Hope you rally back

The wifebeater

Barely cuts in Louie sneakers

Seventh series Beamer

Shallow chicks start your Benz

And said OMG I guess it did better treat her

The infinite pursuit I hope

When you show true colors you were happy too

Do it, do it

My mama said don’t say nigga

The world said, pull the trigger

I’m sitting here trippin' off of old liquor

And I’m insistin' on a old rhythm

I’ma doorite, I can do wrong

I’ma doorite, I can do wrong

I’ma doorite, I can do wrong, wrong

Yeah I can do wrong, wrong

I gotcha

And I give you every piece of me

I hit the booth and bear it all with no decency

Mama wishing that I was more of a Jesus freak

I just hope I’m good with this good wood Jesus peace

Been away from my spiritual lessons

I pray these tattoos of crosses can get me into heaven

Sold some weed to the son of the reverend

Had his daughter up in the club

Swallowing all our blessings

Guzzle down a shot

Take it down a notch

Car sick like the cooties I circle circle round the block

East Coast wish wash

Tell me if you down or not

You take me for granted

Funny that’s how I got my counter tops

Nigga I’m from that rich city slip

Where they huntin' down lottery winners to catch a lick

Where the young girls mess with old men and get corrupted

Where if you carry on they chop and stuff you in luggage

I love it

Mine she hold ya, she hot krazy glue

She’s got weapons of mass destruction

Tucked in two places

Two faces

Can give birth to all races

My homeostasis is faceless when I ace this

I’m not a racist but still it’s a race

From the sperm to the egg

From the time your daddy busted his third leg

It’s like gold to the uterus

Move get out the way

Throwin' them bones just like Ludacris

I wanna be new to this world

I wanna doorite

I wanna new bike

My first Pumas that came in white

I wanna do wrong tonight

But she sleeps by the light of the silvery moon

So tight

She magnetizes my Michael Jackson

My inner fraction or my actions

Limits or subtraction action packin'

Admits the plastic tracks

I’m back

I was born to rap

That’s why I’m ——