The Fiends Are Knocking
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
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
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Writer(s): Marcus Jamal Hopson
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