Knockin At My Door Lyrics

Knock knock who's there

Some cat named Clark

As in Clark Kent

But he ain't no Super Man

Not T'Challa neither coz he ain't no super hero

Just a foul cat who's a traitor like Peter

I met him

Standing in line at Absa bank when it was called Barclays

Before we parted ways

Struck up a convo that turned into a chat

Bout how we could make sum bread building cars from scraps

Roger that

Just give me the word

I know a chick who's always takin trips to Joburg

We put our dough together we can get it for cheap

Just tell me when you ready we can set it my gee

Three days later

This girl was flying out

Clark was at the airport helping her with luggage

Her trip was paid for this time coz Clark funded it

Told her

Hit us as soon as she met the plug and em

Of course using that word loosely

Two days went by

She quiet as a church mouse

I had to learn about her whereabouts through social media

Coz every greeting was followed by

You heard about a chick named so and so?

Stuck in immigration at OT

My instincts told me to chill and stay low key

The headline made me choke

Our chick got busted

With 2 keys of coke

My cell phone was ringing off the hook for weeks

Till cops showed up at my door demanding to speak

I ain't a drug pusher just coz money is tough

They laughed then said Well you coming with us

I brought up Clark

They said yeah, we seen him

Three times said he didn't know you like Peter

The cock crowed before sundown

If I had seen his snake eyes I could've

Just had his ass gunned down

Knock knock

I think the devil's knockin' at my door

Eh yo who's there?

I think the devil's knockin' at my door

What's up God

I think the devil's knockin' at my door

Hey lord I think the devil's knockin' at my door

Knock knock, who's there?

Bruh, you should've seen her

Foxy little mami named Regina

She was pushin' a cherry red beamer

Three series interior was smelling like reefer

LSK diva

She met me at Debonair's

Trying to get pizza

She telling me she feeling my style

She wants to take me to her crib

Show me what she's all about

I tried to tell her I was spoken for

She replied if we consenting adults,

Shit we ain't broke a law

Later on I was laid up at her crib

Naked

Bumpin' slow tunes by Freddie Jackson

My whole body sore from all the vigorous action

I'm trapped in this fatal attraction

I dozed off for really what felt like two seconds

Woken up by a nigga who's brandishing a weapon

He had the drop on me

I was butt naked

Your money or your life

This gun please respect it

Hindsight is 20 20 so I still regret it

Thinking with my little head

Almost got me deaded

Devil in a red dress and clear heels, gotta stay away from these Muthafuckaz man

Knock knock

I think the devil's knockin' at my door

Eh yo who's there?

I think the devil's knockin' at my door

What's up God

I think the devil's knockin' at my door

Hey lord I think the devil's knockin' at my door

Knock knock

I think the devil's knockin' at my door

Eh yo who's there?

I think the devil's knockin' at my door

Knock Knock

I think the devil's knockin' at my door

Hey lord I think the devil's knockin' at my door