Murda - Kick the Door Down lyrics

[Produced by Murda Beats] [Intro] All this time All them n***as we done tried them We done tried to warn 'em All these other labels we done tried to warn 'em All these f** n***as we done tried to warn 'em [Bridge] They ain't wanna let a n***a in So we had to kick the door down They ain't wanna let a n***a in They ain't wanna let a n***a in They ain't wanna let a n***a in [Hook: Quavo] They ain't wanna let a n***a in So we had to kick the door down They ain't wanna let a n***a in So we had to kick the door down They ain't wanna see a n***a win So we had to kick the door down They ain't wanna see a n***a win Better let us in or we gon' kick the door down [Verse 1: Quavo] Better let us in or we gon' kick this door down Got heavy artillery, Glock 9's, SK's (What else? Hundred rounds!) I'm lookin' around, I'm lining 'em up, yo artist is takin' the sound The industry won't let us in, f** it, kick the door down I told 'em that day would come, now we on top Look at them, watch how they run try to get they spot They wanna be kin, they wanna be friends, they tryna get in You think that day I don't remember you? You don't let us in [Hook] [Verse 2: Losie] They ain't wanna see a n***a in We independent and we countin' Benjamins The rap game got no friends n***a fight, n***a pretend n***a act like yo man n***a won't even give you a hand n***a talk behind yo back Won't happen if you ain't got a sack This a true story real facts Make the whole world roger that And QC f** ? Hunned bands, watch them fat We done ran up a check In the rap game I sit back [Verse 3: Jose Guapo] All the hoes wasn't f**in' with me back then But all the b**hes wanna f** Young Guapo now Ten promoters at my f**in back end Got a pint of lean whenever Guapo fly in town Motherf** the rap game and industry The streets they taught me never show no sympathy I swear I never thought I'd be on MTV Them M&Ms the only thing that interest me I know why they envy me [Hook] [Verse 4: MPA Duke] Back then they wasn't f**in' with me Now they can't get enough of me Now the cameras out and they flashin' Paparazzi takin' pictures Young independent n***as ballin like the major league I think they done caught a disease I'm allergic to brokanese Young n***a came from the bottom To the top I had to grind I was on the block fore the sunrise So a young n***a like me had to shine Came a long way from bustin' bands and servin' Ziploc Solid foundation, QC the label We hangin' above the label [Hook]