Knock Knock

Lonely is the person delusional enough to believe in themself This is our truth Nah, nah, no way They don't wanna see me win, no way Knock, knock, let me in, okay They don't wanna see me win, no way Nah, nah, no way F*ck em Leave em shook when I spit bars from the bus I set the bar high, I pole vault while they just duck They outta luck so best fold and go cash your chips in Before you get smoked like a pack of Winston Been cold like the snow in Michigan Been itchin' for a flow switch fit it in with precision Men be bitchin' out so quick would've thought they transitioned But I guess that in this decade that's something I shouldn't mention I lack the brain power, to harbor conventional wisdom But could probably outsmart a trust fund baby from Harvard or Princeton What if I said the richest people weren't the smartest nor quickest Just knew all the loopholes that were built to benefit them I better shut the f*ck up 'fore they cancel me, dawg Just don't believe the letter if I hang from the walls The only thing that's hanging my way is my balls And maybe my phone line declining these scam calls This is a song on the album just to talk shit A song so nauseous that even if the next song is a pop hit They'll be all in my comments saying please never drop shit I'm just being honest This is a song on the album just to talk shit A song so nauseous that even if the next song is a pop hit They'll be all in my comments saying please never drop shit I'm just being honest They don't wanna see me win, no way Knock, knock, let me in, okay They don't wanna see me win, no way Nah, nah, no way F*ck em They don't wanna see me win, no way Knock, knock, let me in, okay They don't wanna see me win, no way Nah, nah, no way F*ck em They can't stop what they can't see In the top of the canopy is something they'll never reach They're not equal I'm top beef and they canned meat Might be the same species but they're missing pieces We're not equal Use deductive reasoning Media subtracted all meaning from their life So I guess maybe they're not people Just sheep A cog in the machine Give it another week and watch the web weave deeper Elitist profit from the power of being teacher Discreetest methods used among the masses are becoming clearer Graffitist paint the canvas of our minds We're speechless to the void as the end grows nearer And if we all run out of time Who the f*ck's gon be left to pay the man that's in the mirror Better yet Who the f*ck's left to pay the big man Maybe that'll get him thinking clearer This is a song on the album just to talk shit A song so nauseous that even if the next song is a pop hit They'll be all in my comments saying Please never drop shit I'm just being honest This is a song on the album just to talk shit A song so nauseous that even if the next song is a pop hit They'll be all in my comments saying Please never drop shit I'm just being honest