Ah, 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
Getting lost, it disappears in the weeds
'Cause people pulling up dropping off their problems
On my doorstep like a bunch of fucking Mormons
Still, I'm going crazy sitting in my closet
Smoking all my weed and I don't feel like talking
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 knocking, oh-oh
So don't come knocking
So don't come knocking
So don't, so don't, so don't come knocking
So don't come knocking on it
Footsteps walking 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 fucking driveway a mile long, got 26 trespassing signs
I got two gates you gotta open yourself
With a logging chain that's wrapped around
Made plenty posts saying, "Leave me be"
And if I don't know you, don't come knock-knock-knocking
Eventually, I'ma pop-pop, stop it
Then somebody finna pop, lock, drop it
My symphony don't play sympathy
If you seeking me to get a cent 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 knocking, oh-oh
So don't come knocking
So don't come knocking
So don't, so don't, so don't come knocking
So don't come knocking 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 cruising in a coupé, deep dark
Two-toned, getting parked by the valet
Fuck opinions like they're starring in a porn
My bitch bad and she let me click record
I stay sweating 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 knocking, oh-oh
So don't come knocking
So don't come knocking
So don't, so don't, so don't come knocking
So don't come knocking on it