[Hook]
If you ain't notice
Im sick of being told
Got this chip up on my shoulder
So go and fuck off
Tryna get in this door
Get in this door
Tryna get in this door

[Verse 1 M.I.]
So let me in or im gone
I should be offended
Shit I should be alarmed
Sitting on the fence that I been pinned on
Going on my tip finna pitch another song
Pick another job, maybe go to college
Ima have to rob I [?]
You ain't finna stop it, cause you ain't really popping
You just see the top, hear the style, then you cop it
I mean you copy it, that ain't never proper
Just because I sample, don't mean you could knock it
At least I give you product, you could see its polished
You been on some nonsense, since I was a toddler
I could give a shit cause Im bringing it like a problem
Even wit it, put it on my fitted and my momma
And I don't really care who you killed and who you shot
Im well aware it ain't really fair, and im sorry

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
So here we go again
Show em why im goin in
Knowin im a little sick of being told no and then
Floatin but im back up, potent like a batch of, potion
Ima get up in this door and then im satisfied
Get a little high spit a little crack, fuck it
Ima get inside, let it ride, get a sack, tuck it
If I gotta die for mine, and if my backs stuck
Fuck it ima find another way to get my raps out
Back up, you should give me fifty feet in fact bruh
You should act like you don't want to see me get the bat but
Eh, fuck it, bust it down get a couple stats up
If you still around, im busting it through your back duct
Coming with a couple tracks, leaving with a plaque
What? Guess you won't believe me till I bring it back
Back to 87 where we met and where we're meeting at
And if you leaving, lock the door, I don't need a crack

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[Verse 3]
Let me hear it one time, for the few who ain't notice
Im sick of being told
You don't gotta to tell me bout the chip up on my shoulder
All you gotta know is that im sick with it, im colder
I was just hopin, that I could maybe get a little closure
With her in my soul, so I twitter in my notebook
I don't give a shit about a dope look, you should know I kill em with composure
You don't let me then ima sit and ima post up
If you think im kidding then forgive me while I roll up
Right in front of your face, I don't see an owner
Open up the door yo, I only need a moment
You don't got to worry when im finished ima close it
Ima let you in when im ready, when im older
But for now im ready and im focused, yea
And if you don't know, you should take notice

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