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The fiends are knocking at my door Should I give them what they're asking for? They want it (want it) Need it (need it), have it (have it) Whoa, oh (whoa), whoa Yeah, yeah, yeah Knock Madness So what the fuck y'all need from me? I'm here to make these fiends believe They want it (want it) Need it (need it), gotta have it (have it) Whoa, oh (whoa), whoa Yeah, yeah, yeah Knock Madness Yeah, I promised you niggas a album You been patiently waiting, now the day is finally present I took my time with this shit I put my mind into every line 'Cause when it's out I ain't tryna regret it Niggas get overhyped and all they hits go stale Because they shit don't sell, now that's a big ol' fail But the punch is a lot harder when you clip your nails Niggas, how you expect to drive when you ain't get your L's? You was the next big thing while I was last You was poppin' tags while I was mad Chillin' in my pad with my rhyming pad Tryna record with no door so I hear my mom and dad Arguing upstairs, so I gotta wait 'til the drama pass 'Cause my mic be picking that shit up But I ain't wanna give up, I'd exhale fast even if I did suck You want the madness? Then come and get some I'm takin' the cake, and all that's left for y'all is the pieces I bit from See, I ain't buddy-buddy with rappers because that shit is fake Most of y'all morals is fucked up, you on a different page You get no props just 'cause you getting paid If you garbage, we ain't doing business Point-blank, I discriminate And I don't do no bullshit collabs to get my name poppin' That ain't even considered a safe option And that just ain't Hopsin, I paid homage, now I'm straight wilin' Now turn this shit up while the bass knockin', now c'mon The fiends are knocking at my door Should I give them what they're asking for? They want it (want it) Need it (need it), have it (have it) Whoa, oh (whoa), whoa Yeah, yeah, yeah Knock Madness So what the fuck y'all need from me? I'm here to make these fiends believe They want it (want it) Need it (need it), gotta have it (have it) Whoa, oh (whoa), whoa Yeah, yeah, yeah Knock Madness And I be gettin' comments like "Hop, what's the hold up with your new shit, man? You be taking forever son Yo I'ma stop waiting, I'm getting my hopes up With your work ethic, it ain't gon' never come You had the XXL cover in 2012 And I thought you would soon prevail But homie, you ain't doing well You hit us with that Ill Mind shit and that was cool as hell But when it comes to your album, you never got no news to tell Your whole career is just a train wreck You toured around the world for three years But you always performed the same set I been asked you to come to my city, but you ain't came yet I guess you ain't in it for love, you just want that pay check If I was you, then I wouldn't be too proud You signed Dizzy not too long ago When he's bigger than you now You said you saving hip-hop, well, save this shit And all I hear is wack niggas and I hate this shit Homie, I stopped being a scrub because of you I stopped playin' these bitches in the club And fell in love because of you My dad heard your song And he stopped doin' drugs because of you I learned to rap and even built a little buzz because of you But you take it for granted, thinking you have it made Sittin' back in the shade Hopsin, there's people that you have to save This is beyond music You speak life into these motherfuckers, Hop You have a gift, so when you gon' use it?" Damn, I have that much of an impact? My rhymes did that? Sometimes, I really feel my shit's wack That's why I kick back But fuck this shit, yo, where my pen at? I'm 'bout to kill this shit and make niggas just wanna quit rap I'm causing havoc, layin' the rappers like a hammock If I want the fucking planet, I can have it Now try to snatch it Only God can stop my violent habits You niggas average I ain't even in my prime and still I'm twice the savage C'mon The fiends are knocking at my door Should I give them what they're asking for? They want it (want it) Need it (need it), have it (have it) Whoa, oh (whoa), whoa Yeah, yeah, yeah Knock Madness So what the fuck y'all need from me? I'm here to make these fiends believe They want it (want it) Need it (need it), gotta have it (have it) Whoa, oh (whoa), whoa Yeah, yeah, yeah Knock Madness
Writer(s): Marcus Jamal Hopson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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