Ahh, shit
God, this mug
It rings all day, I get text messages all day
I can't edit nothing, I can't write nothing
I can't call nobody I want to
This shit has gotten out of control
(Why don't you answer my call, bro?)
Yo, ayy
My bow tie look futuristic, snake skins when I talk the business
Got a couple people at my household that'll put a hole in y'all's common senses
My driveway like Carl Black, some shit ain't drove in a couple weeks
Got a Mustang GT, runs and drives
Gettin' lost, it disappears in the weeds
'Cause people pullin' up droppin' off their problems
On my doorstep like a bunch of fuckin' Mormons
Still, I'm goin' crazy sittin' in my closet
Smokin' all my weed and I don't feel like talkin'
Noise, I can't escape it, even in my head
Homies want my money, bitches want my bed
All I want is silence just to clear my head
But I can't even get it, why I gotta beg?
But I ain't gonna beg no more, and I won't ask permission
And I ain't gonna feel bad for success that wasn't given
If you shit talk behind closed doors, your room is full of bitches
My household hold a savage and some savages live with me
So don't come knockin', oh oh
So don't come knockin'
So don't come knockin'
So don't, so don't, so don't come knockin'
So don't come knockin' on it
Footsteps walkin' on my front porch
I can see it on surveillance when I take a shit
As soon as I roll out my silky sheets
Somebody tryna yank me to a meet and greet
My fuckin' driveway a mile long, got 26 trespassin' signs
I got two gates you gotta open yourself
With a loggin' chain that's wrapped around
Made plenty posts sayin', "Leave me be"
And if I don't know you, don't come knock-knock-knockin'
Eventually, I'ma pop pop ,stop it
Then somebody fiddin' to pop, lock, drop it
My symphony don't play sympathy
If you seekin' me to get a sig' from me
You gon' finally see that I ain't the me
That I used to be, so get used to me
'Cause I'm Church
But I ain't gonna beg no more, and I won't ask permission
And I ain't gonna feel bad for success that wasn't given
If you shit talk behind closed doors, your room is full of bitches
My household hold a savage and some savages live with me
So don't come knockin', oh oh
So don't come knockin'
So don't come knockin'
So don't, so don't, so don't come knockin'
So don't come knockin' on it
Look, take my advice since day one
You fuckboys worried 'bout the wrong one
Conduct yourself like a gentleman
On a white horse with a boss gun
Don't point to shoot if it ain't worth the time
'Cause silence is a secret deadly weapon
I'm a mystery to the whole world
'Cause I only let 'em see a small percentage
I'm creek raised, got a couple demons
But I killed 'em, tossed their darkness in the deep valley
Now I'm cruisin' in a coupe, deep dark
Two-toned, gettin' parked by the valet
Fuck opinions like they're starrin' in a porn
My bitch bad and she let me click record
I stay sweatin' even when I don't perform
I'm on a track, and I trapped a country boy
But I ain't gonna beg no more, and I won't ask permission
And I ain't gonna feel bad for success that wasn't given
If you shit talk behind closed doors, your room is full of bitches
My household hold a savage and some savages live with me
So don't come knockin', oh oh
So don't come knockin'
So don't come knockin'
So don't, so don't, don't come knockin'
So don't come knockin' on it
