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Screen Door
by Vince Staples
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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 O.G.
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 in parole
McDonald's for the Double Cheese
Pockets fit a couple C-Notes
Up on the screen
Dulce in the pack ?
But we don't read those
Because the money coming 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 powder dates
To junkies with the sour faces
Knocking on the screen door
Asking for their homie Nate
Ten to twenty each
4 p.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
Who's that peekin' in my screen door?
I got what you need, what you fiend for
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 snippin'
Pigs recruiting them snitches
Because testimonies from homies can lead to longer convictions
Police knocking at my door
Pretending nobody hear him
Police knocking 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' in the back yard full of canes
Catch a case and not get out
Niggas fighting every day
Choppers circle
Because a nigga chop hard on the blade
Got broads on the base
Slangin' ?
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 bitch
You sell 'em guns
And dope
? and dough
Finally slangin' for the low
Come around, you getting domed
Somebody at your door
Who's that peekin' in my screen door?
I got what you need, what you fiend for
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 O.G.
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 in parole
McDonald's for the Double Cheese
Pockets fit a couple C-Notes
Up on the screen
Dulce in the pack ?
But we don't read those
Because the money coming 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 powder dates
To junkies with the sour faces
Knocking on the screen door
Asking for their homie Nate
Ten to twenty each
4 p.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
Who's that peekin' in my screen door?
I got what you need, what you fiend for
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 snippin'
Pigs recruiting them snitches
Because testimonies from homies can lead to longer convictions
Police knocking at my door
Pretending nobody hear him
Police knocking 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' in the back yard full of canes
Catch a case and not get out
Niggas fighting every day
Choppers circle
Because a nigga chop hard on the blade
Got broads on the base
Slangin' ?
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 bitch
You sell 'em guns
And dope
? and dough
Finally slangin' for the low
Come around, you getting domed
Somebody at your door
Who's that peekin' in my screen door?
I got what you need, what you fiend for
