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K.A.A.N. – The Door Lyrics


Throwing caution to the wind
Where the f--- do I begin?
How the hell you get it in?
I don’t think it’s in your nature
I went from minor to major
This s--- is easy, it’s a lay-up
Clyde Drexler ambidextrous
I’m in the game, you a pedestrian
Clandestine with your weak attempts
It’s not a hit, you ain’t make a dent
Man these n----- sounding kinda spent
I’m a connoisseur of the finer s---
I’m a make a mill’ off the rhyming s---
Came a long way from top ramen
B----, you went the wrong way down a dead-end
I took the back steps but never back-peddled
Had to hit the clutch and make the gear switch
Driving reckless b----, that’s the twisted metal
Dark as Darth Vader I am, came up from playing my hand
I couldn’t stay in the stands
I had to jump off the porch and then climb up a mountain like f--- it, lets see where I land
‘Cause I wanted me a Benz, Benz, Benz, Benz
The type where the rims spin, spin, spin
Sitting on twenty twin, twin, twin
The engine go [whatever the sound is in text] ah
Love it or hate it
I know my worth, I appraised it
Diamond in the rough, I bet I call your bluff
I bet I bet it back, you better double up, uh

Big shot, hit that
I’ma send a message, did ya get that?
Your b----, I’m in that
And she gon’ let me f--- for a knickknack
New bag, jet lag
And she gon’ give me top like a durag
Who dat? Who dat?
Someone at the door, n---- who dat?

I been seen it all, yes lawd
I done got it on my own
I don’t want the spot
Kings get they heads cut off
Take a minute, ride with me
N----, you can feel the energy inside of me
I’m feeling like a living legend, living prosperous
I’m an underrated legend like Prodigy b----
Young narcissist
Play that s---, ad nauseam
Still manic like Nas and them
S--- is hot as Fort Lauderdale
It Was Written, it ain’t hard to tell
Yeah I got it all for sale
Don’t believe, come see yourself
Take it easy, n---- what?
That’s that s--- a n---- never done
Then y’all wonder why you never won
Number two, you never number one
N---- you the runner up, but your run is up
Had a chance to score but you fumbled up
Yeah the world was yours but you f----- it up
Need a parachute, y’all falling off huh

Big shot, hit that
I’ma send a message, did ya get that?
Your b----, I’m in that
And she gon’ let me f--- for a knickknack
New bag, jet lag
And she gon’ give me top like a durag
Who dat? Who dat?
Someone at the door, n---- who dat?


K.A.A.N. Lyrics