One Foot in the Door

Yeah Preme

These cocksuckers thought they was gon' buy my soul

For a couple hundred thousand, you know what I'm sayin'?

For a car and a shiny chain and a watch, shiny watch

Nah nigga, I'm Saigon, man

Never, I'm Saigon

Y'all want me to make up a character and be it

That's what I gotta do for you people to have to see it

Why should I have to get shot in my back to achieve it?

Or be dead or paraplegic for these cats to believe that I breathe it

I done went on the internet and been a wreck

Said Rick Ross and 2 Chainz should get chin checked

But then I dropped thirty minutes of intellect

That would've been neglected had I not pegged it with disrespect

So no disrespect

Everybody got they own set of problems, I got dirt I gotta disinfect

It's fuckin' absurd, swerve like I'm huggin' the curb

After guzzlin' a couple cups of the burb

Been put in the top ten, right behind Rakim

In front of Big Daddy Kane (No, sir) nah, I'm only playin'

I ain't fuckin' with Kane, but it's a lot of niggas y'all can name

And I'll tear them niggas out of the frame

Bang this in your old school box, this ain't the iPod days

This for niggas that had high top fades

This for niggas with the eyes I grazed, the Roc shell tops

When it was shell tops, stockin' caps for the wage

I could take you to the days before the greatest story was ever told

I was lettin' them Berettas unload

Shootin' up clubs, gunfire comin' from both ways

Couple niggas was targets, couple just caught strays

Nas X sellin' copays in the Illmatic days

Nowadays, they offer you coke, go that-a-way

Sa is an anamaly, family, you ain't got the grammar

And goin' hand-to-hand with me is insanity

You need to examine me, take a closer look at the crook

That the valley and the brook cold cooked

Take a look at the work that I put

Two albums, some mixtapes and a book

And I only got one foot, one foot in the door

But I feel I'ma need one more

Without that, I am just unsure

I wanna give it my all, wanna go balls to the wall

But I only got one foot in the door

I got one foot in the door

Preme, Supreme King of Skanor

One foot in the door

One foot in the door

Okay, okay, I see what you doin' with it, baby

Yeah, you down in the sprint position and whatnot, man

Waitin' for someone to pass the baton in the money marathon

That's what it is

You know you can't just run with it, you got to come with it

So um, I'll be up there waitin' for you at the finish line

Let's go

You know it's somethin' 'bout that name B.I.G

As in me, Small's and Pun, we all can gun

Remorse is done, 'cause we bosses, son

And that's the type of shit that you don't see often, son

Now line 'em up so I can body all sets

I need to rhyme in front of volleyball nets

So y'all can catch that shit that had went over your head

Yo what he said can vocally be read, it's over, you're dead

I'm so eager to just hold heat to ya

Y'all get tough in front of social media

I ain't a Twitter thug, nigga, I'm a split-a-mug nigga

When y'all set the bar, I'ma get above nigga (Okay)

Too much shit here be genetically made

And MCs don't give a fuck like "forget it, we paid"

These niggas frontin' until they just pathetically fade

And that's some new wack rappers in the bed that he laid

These niggas dead, Kane, I swear to God they dead

Swear to God, it's the art form, man

I ain't holdin' back no more on these motherfuckers, man

Shout out the legendary BDK, nigga, Brooklyn's own

Motherfucker, Big Daddy Kane, DJ Premier

I got one foot in the door

Preme, take us outta here the right way, baby

Hip-hop, nigga

Don't get lost in the sauce, it cost to be the man

Catchin' you off guard

You don't understand, stop tryin'

Don't get lost in the sauce, it cost to be the man

Catchin' you off guard

You don't understand, stop tryin'

Saigon