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knocking at the door (feat. thankyouqhata) - hadi lyrics

[verse 1: hadi]
i was in the apartment building legos while the feds was at the door
asking for my mama brother, met him on the floor
went to pakistan that summer
need a couple answers, told my mom that i demand it from her
see, we not like other families who talk, smile, and eat together
’cause, we not the type of couples that gon’ sleep together
not the type to see each other often
divorces had me stopping in my tracks
locking up the bags, we got hostages in fact
i used to be so envious of peers when i seen them interacting with their loved ones
when i ain’t even hug one
never had a real conversation to my blood
my chosen family was there for me in times of such
and when the times would suck
i’d go to her with shame, but she would bring me back with love, uh
[verse 2: thankyouqhata]
(as a jit, holding my joystick)
(oh sh*t there’s only* look)
as a jit, holding joy stick
playing my play*station
i looked up, seen unc off the yay high
i was only like ‘ye high
now hoes rant, rave, scream “yay hi”
idols go cray, i’m saying seems like ye high, i pray not
’cause in those days i bumped graduation
and skipped school with six fools, equipped with sticks tools
the clip full (bro, them sirens?)
yup, n*ggas hopped fence with pit bulls and dipped
’cause if a n*gga got bit, he pinched too
like wrestling with six kids, ’bout six that spit drool, uh*huh
up sticks, get hit, drip and p*ss pools, uh*huh
you’ll take an l in the ville, this sh*t’s cruel dawg

[verse 3: hadi]
uh, choices made me better cause, i always chose the wrong one
still not letting go of all this energy, even when the song done
i’m in it for the long run
trust me on the days i might be difficult to deal with
hold me down for real and i promise that you gon’ feel this
i’m honest if you let me tell the truth
my problems only lasted in my youth but
that’s when i was careless
that’s when i was fearless
did some healing speaking ’bout my conflict in the booth son
temporary loss essential
kept my poems locked away in packets in this box of pencils
think i’m in my element now
i used to fear the things i do, for the h*ll of it now
and now i dream of doing shows and hope i’m selling em out
yup (that’s belvondi vision right there)

- hadi lyrics

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