Don't Come Knockin

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