Yo
Lemme in
Lemme in the crib, f*ck going on
Knocking on the door for so long I started rapping to it
Trap nigga but I wasn't into making trapper music
Lemme in the crib where all the wisdom and the knowledge is
"Ok, but you ain't finna get in with a scholarship"
You gon have to bring out all your trauma and acknowledge it
(Yup, f*ck)
You gon learn the answer never was in politics
And friends sound like friends but all these niggas homonyms
That's a lot of "homo" don't you faggots stay anonymous
It's just a play on words so can we keep the faggots out of this
Told you from the jump I'm not politically correct
I just figured I should turn all my soliloquies to checks
To build a dynasty and pass it down to all the kin that's next
Can't allow my seed to ever be a puppet in the flesh
No I can't allow my seed
Can't allow my seed
Can't allow my seed
To be a puppet in the flesh
For a certain amount of time I will momentarily suspend who I believe in this area and what I believe in this area
And willfully accept the belief I want
I will pretend that I'm under hypnosis with myself
As hypnotist and subject
The old crib knocked down with all the trauma in it
Family function smoking papers with the Grabba in it
Me and cuzzie talking things we could potentially have
They deny us, we might have to go and rob a nigga
Set him up, I might just get this bitch to line a nigga
Like I said before, they'll do it for designer nigga
Man all these folks disgust me
Don't you dare discuss me
Don't say I ain't warn you when I knock out all your front teeth
And take a niggas lunch meat
Take a bitches roast beef
Don't even question, your isolation is validated
My first love was a scale that I bought and calibrated
And the weed of a strain that get niggas Cali faded
I hate the eyes all around me, they all evaluating
Hate the eyes in the mirror, they always calculating
War is life, when it comes to violence I'm talented
I was young when I learned that I had to balance it
I turned my mind to a weapon, I gotta callus it
Barracuda just swimming around the halibut
Don't project on these people just cuz your daddy did
Talk to Ross cuz he probably tell you "Let's talk about it"
Reminisce to a time you was living raggedy
Big HAN - Knock Lyrics
Big HAN - Knock Lyrics
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Yo
Lemme in
Lemme in the crib, f*ck going on
Knocking on the door for so long I started rapping to it
Trap nigga but I wasn't into making trapper music
Lemme in the crib where all the wisdom and the knowledge is
"Ok, but you ain't finna get in with a scholarship"
You gon have to bring out all your trauma and acknowledge it
(Yup, f*ck)
You gon learn the answer never was in politics
And friends sound like friends but all these niggas homonyms
That's a lot of "homo" don't you faggots stay anonymous
It's just a play on words so can we keep the faggots out of this
Told you from the jump I'm not politically correct
I just figured I should turn all my soliloquies to checks
To build a dynasty and pass it down to all the kin that's next
Can't allow my seed to ever be a puppet in the flesh
No I can't allow my seed
Can't allow my seed
Can't allow my seed
To be a puppet in the flesh
For a certain amount of time I will momentarily suspend who I believe in this area and what I believe in this area
And willfully accept the belief I want
I will pretend that I'm under hypnosis with myself
As hypnotist and subject
The old crib knocked down with all the trauma in it
Family function smoking papers with the Grabba in it
Me and cuzzie talking things we could potentially have
They deny us, we might have to go and rob a nigga
Set him up, I might just get this bitch to line a nigga
Like I said before, they'll do it for designer nigga
Man all these folks disgust me
Don't you dare discuss me
Don't say I ain't warn you when I knock out all your front teeth
And take a niggas lunch meat
Take a bitches roast beef
Don't even question, your isolation is validated
My first love was a scale that I bought and calibrated
And the weed of a strain that get niggas Cali faded
I hate the eyes all around me, they all evaluating
Hate the eyes in the mirror, they always calculating
War is life, when it comes to violence I'm talented
I was young when I learned that I had to balance it
I turned my mind to a weapon, I gotta callus it
Barracuda just swimming around the halibut
Don't project on these people just cuz your daddy did
Talk to Ross cuz he probably tell you "Let's talk about it"
Reminisce to a time you was living raggedy
Lemme in
Lemme in the crib, f*ck going on
Knocking on the door for so long I started rapping to it
Trap nigga but I wasn't into making trapper music
Lemme in the crib where all the wisdom and the knowledge is
"Ok, but you ain't finna get in with a scholarship"
You gon have to bring out all your trauma and acknowledge it
(Yup, f*ck)
You gon learn the answer never was in politics
And friends sound like friends but all these niggas homonyms
That's a lot of "homo" don't you faggots stay anonymous
It's just a play on words so can we keep the faggots out of this
Told you from the jump I'm not politically correct
I just figured I should turn all my soliloquies to checks
To build a dynasty and pass it down to all the kin that's next
Can't allow my seed to ever be a puppet in the flesh
No I can't allow my seed
Can't allow my seed
Can't allow my seed
To be a puppet in the flesh
For a certain amount of time I will momentarily suspend who I believe in this area and what I believe in this area
And willfully accept the belief I want
I will pretend that I'm under hypnosis with myself
As hypnotist and subject
The old crib knocked down with all the trauma in it
Family function smoking papers with the Grabba in it
Me and cuzzie talking things we could potentially have
They deny us, we might have to go and rob a nigga
Set him up, I might just get this bitch to line a nigga
Like I said before, they'll do it for designer nigga
Man all these folks disgust me
Don't you dare discuss me
Don't say I ain't warn you when I knock out all your front teeth
And take a niggas lunch meat
Take a bitches roast beef
Don't even question, your isolation is validated
My first love was a scale that I bought and calibrated
And the weed of a strain that get niggas Cali faded
I hate the eyes all around me, they all evaluating
Hate the eyes in the mirror, they always calculating
War is life, when it comes to violence I'm talented
I was young when I learned that I had to balance it
I turned my mind to a weapon, I gotta callus it
Barracuda just swimming around the halibut
Don't project on these people just cuz your daddy did
Talk to Ross cuz he probably tell you "Let's talk about it"
Reminisce to a time you was living raggedy
Writer: Cheston Bulgin
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