Intro Oh shit. turn up Turn up turn up turn up turn up They knocking at my door They knocking at my door They knocking at my door They knocking at my door They knocking shit they knocking Hook You either die rich or you either die poor You either die a legend or you either die a ho Got illuminati illuminati knocking at my door Got illuminati illuminati knocking at my door First Verse Knock knock, who there? Aint no joke, yall need me like air In the cut, pour the cup Got em fucked up, its Brew year Ratchets make em show out Good girl wanna go out Actin all the same If I happen bring the dough out But no thotty ridin shotty in the new Bugatti newh Built for this shit got a hard body See me run Chicago like Im John Gotti Now Everybody nose me and they nosey like Im Scotty Im pimpin limpin aka limp bizkin Did it all for the nookie and a cookie aint no rookie They Handin me the torch at my intro Standing on my front porch They tapping on my window Thought I told you before They knocking on my door Hook You either die rich or you either die poor You either die a legend or you either die a ho Got illuminati illuminati knocking at my door Got illuminati illuminati knocking at my door Second Verse They told me go to school in I told em fuck that fuck it See me beat the system watch me flex on rap Im flexin Made a bunch of money now they want they bucks back hell nah But sorry brah brah I aint ever having that you fucking goofys Like really doe small circle like a cheerio Heard me in your stereo, but please do not come near me no Its clear you aint see clearly ho Sayin Im hysterical, fuck that historical I dont need no oracle Im lucid ill loose it they tryna tell me what to do To exclusive yall new this they wanna taste of the brew I give two shits just two shits if they tryna come thru This the party of the year disappear I dont know you Hook You either die rich or you either die poor You either die a legend or you either die a ho Got illuminati illuminati knocking at my door Got illuminati illuminati knocking at my door
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