KNOCKING ON THE DOOR (feat. 80KPAN)

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We just fucked the summer up!
Hit the winter show now we masked up
Plot the downfall...
Somehow, something always springing up!
Crash the town hall
Some y'all acting scared to speak up
Come into the light
Might as well 'cause we run the night out

Hunter what the f*ck? What you do now? What's with all the blood?
Hit the dirty pool, what you gotta do to the join the fuckin' club
In this universe, what's it take just to show the boy some love
Really he the G.O.A.T, y'all aneno, y'all just catching up
Try again, not with me
Kick in doors round here, ransacked
Dying poor wasn't in the plan
It was only brands, I'm Mac man, they don't understand
That patient planner like Perfect Cell, when we shooting shots it's a bullet hell
Solitaire
Shit shit shit, high sign to the lotus
Been the Don like the POTUS
Y'all been acting too bold, grab you children by the nose
I'm supplying all the rope, wanna hang let me know
Vocabulary too verbose,
My diction had you niggas stumped
Arbitration for some months
Dumb it down when I want
Knock, knock, what you won't, these turtlenecks for the hoes
Not a shower I'mma grow, Kumiyo for yo' souls
Needed one for the road
Get stole on, lil nigga, go on
Tell us all how you got the power pole like you Gohan
Always shaky, no Etch-A-Sketch, left no description for a bitch to go on
Gassed up like they left the stove on, with the program like a robot
What it look like, Sammy Sosa?
It's just God's plan, I just show up
I don't need dicks for these chochas
It's Mr. Mercy
Man not a threat like CIRCE.

We just fucked the summer up!
Hit the winter show now we masked up
Plot the downfall...
Somehow, something always springing up!
Crash the town hall
Some y'all acting scared to speak up
Come into the light
Might as well 'cause we run the night out

Bitch, f*ck respect (Woah)
If we play petty games, I come correct
What dialect (Yup)
Do you think that I'm speaking in
I'm down, down in the dirty street
POV looking mad cheap
Borderline personalities mixed in with the gold teeth
Sunset on overdrive
On the dot but they out of time
Once I come to the front of your porch, better take your inside voices outside
'Cause I'm back and bitter
Better than ever
And after this, I'll paint the picture clearer
Antagonize me, look in the mirror
Two villains just tryna make six figures
I just got an offer that I can't refuse
Solve all the problems that I can't diffuse
Expose the character I abuse
Trauma to a dollar ain't misused
Pocket full of commas, semicolons, and a fist
Watch how I move with a brand on my wrist
Suicide doors have been open again
A hotline exists and it is what it is

We just fucked the summer up!
Hit the winter show now we masked up
Plot the downfall...
Somehow, something always springing up!
Crash the town hall
Some y'all acting scared to speak up
Come into the light
Might as well 'cause we run the night out

Young, rich, million; me
You superstitious in these streets
A JSOC raid, redemption
Papacy is unmentioned
Smell the holy sea, turn a young killer into a machine... ugh
I fear and loath in HD
Oh, mercy me, washing money down behavioral sinks...ugh
It's sad but watch a couple niggas run away for nickles
Try to be a hunnid, couldn't give a damn
But I'm Savage, grew up rat park
Fill a gutter, how many monsters understand the tenets

Coming from the tenements, y'all rats rapping outta
Context, overcrowding us, ugh
So, I'm coming from projects, making 30 million in projects
Baby, if you see me, I'm snobbish
My clout's in business and politics
Can't sleep, got a cheque to travel
That's progress, I don't know
We got no creative in commons
Y'all speak my culture outta pocket
Build Justin Beiber out the pot
Seven figures peeking thru my God complex
So, when you see me that's the knowledge (Yeah)
I dodge the city for palm trees
Westside gunna, long sleeves
Carbon copy out the lawn chair
Her altered body got us all here
Coppin Fibonaccis and some poison poppies
That's plant based in my roll up
Get too high, I'm like hol' up
My low rider my slooow
If I switch up the flow
Shawty might Nina Simone
She say she feelin' good
Got the kitty on go
I'm a young, gifted nigga down low
Half of these bitches don't know that the syndicate
Run with the shit, so you better move your ass at the show
Yeah, uh, pick up the phone, either way in the end that's how it go

We just fucked the summer up!
Hit the winter show now we masked up
Plot the downfall...
Somehow, something always springing up!
Crash the town hall
Some y'all acting scared to speak up
Come into the light
Might as well 'cause we run the night out

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