Letras
Hi, knock, knock
Hopin' God'll let me in
Know I sin, but I been praying to God, I hope He let me in, huh
Gotta make it out, it's too much pain I'm taking in
I ain't lie, this brand-new Glock, take a couple shots to break it in, huh
I don't want beef, I just want money, huh
Don't got OCD, I be clean as fuck, around some junkies, huh
I don't fuck with folks, so if I like you, then you lucky, huh
I got tough skin, but she cut deep, I say the name, it's Chucky
I ain't promise me, if I'm broke before I die, then you gon' kill me, huh
Lied to me a thousand times, the truth won't ever heal me, huh
If I do it right, then one day, I'ma make a million
Inside the airport with no stylist, I'm the flyest in the building, huh
Flyest in the room, huh
Didn't look up to Superman, all we had was Doctor Doom, huh
If she don't keep her circuit tight, then that ho pussy loose
Plenty times I lied down with you, and you ain't tell the truth, huh
Hurt me a thousand times, before you made it better
I had flashbacks 'bout every time I had counted on the devil
If you get caught, I'll buy you sweaters
And see me, I don't believe in handouts, but if bro down, then I'ma help him
I say knock, knock
Hopin' God'll let me in
Know I sin, but I been praying to God, I hope he let me in, huh
Gotta make it out, it's too much pain I'm taking in
I ain't lie, this brand-new Glock, take a couple shots to break it in, huh
Way before I opted, I seen her in back ten
If I don't trust this place, I swear to God, I'm backin' in
Now my baby better than a bitch, my hoes was ratchet then
I been hearing some slapbacks from school, and I wasn't cappin' in, huh
I showed my hand, I ain't never had it
Face card, I pass, I didn't give a fuck about it, huh
Ass fat, I hit her from the back, domestic violence
Hope they don't charge me for it, huh
I'm probably like top 5 rappin' in my city
If it's smoke, then come and get me, burn 'em, touch you up like Diddy
I told bro, I cannot wait, this stick on camera, shit not Disney
Income streams in my account, but I ain't stop until I got more than cop
Damn, I feel like Rigby
Tryna tell these hoes I'm picky, prayin' that they don't pick me, huh
Told my bitch I'd give her back shots, that make her reeky, huh
Heard that boy on my stand, that'd make him Mickey, huh
Say the name Shaquille O'Neal, and I'm not surprised, she more than me, huh
Knock, knock
Hopin' God'll let me in
Know I sin, but I been praying to God, I hope he let me in, huh
Gotta make it out, it's too much pain I'm taking in
I ain't lie, this brand-new Glock, take a couple shots to break it in, huh
I don't want beef, I just want money, huh
Don't got OCD, I be clean as fuck, around some junkies, huh
I don't fuck with folks, so if I like you, then you lucky, huh
I got tough skin, but she cut deep, I say the name, it's Chucky
I ain't promise me, if I'm broke before I die, then you gon' kill me, huh
Lied to me a thousand times, the truth won't ever heal me, huh
If I do it right, then one day, I'ma make a million
Inside the airport with no stylist, I'm the flyest in the building, huh
Flyest in the room, huh