[Verse 1: Count]
Yeah (x4)
My jewelry game off the chain
I got the stick-up man thinking I'm a walking stain
Shit, my pinkie ring appraised for a hundred grand
And while you're talking, my stones is flawless like the son of man

Now, I understand why n***as stare at me
Cause apparently, they've never in their life seen ice
With so much clarity
The streets say they want to get at me, they probably do
Shit, I don't blame 'em, if I was them, I'd want to ride me too

Just because I'm rapping, I'm famous
Don't forget the fact I'm a gangster
I got Ks and the Macs
So yeah, I come strapped with them bangers
Get to clapping them bangers, you better let 'em know
They run up on me, they be knocking on heaven's door

[Chorus/Hook: ?]
Before you try to pull it, I should let you know
You'll be knock, knock, knocking on heaven's door
I'll send you to a place you've never seen before
You'll be knock, knock, knocking on heaven's door
[Verse 2: Moonie]
You keep knock knocking 'til you get an answer
You must be kidding if you telling me to put my hands up
You in the [?] and I be in some handcuffs
They're reading your obituary, they're reading my Miranda

But fuck a damn judge, I follow street law
Eye for a eye, you know? That's proper protocol
Think you're mister know-it-all
But I never show it all
I got killers running through them pins like a bowling ball

So don't be alarmed, because you'll be [at awe?]
I paint a perfect picture, you'll be a work of art
White tee as canvas, all types of burgundy
Thinking that it's abstract, but I did it purposely

[Chorus/Hook]