Knock On My Door Rapsody (Ft. BJ the Chicago Kid)

[Verse 1]
Love thy neighbor the bible say
Watching from the window he and homies all congregate
Good lord you fine, uhm that all imma say
Son got my head wrapped up like mama sway, or mama Tate
Come hug my neck, namaste
Wit all due respect, seven sons[suns] like Andre
We should spend a whole week together to conversate
Just knock on my door baby boy I’ll accommodate
I could use some good company like I'm good on my taxes
I ain't tryna be a senior just earning my bachelors
Aye, I could tell you I don't need too much practice
My heart ain't hard to open it ain't wrapped in no plastic
I know you out here like rappers tryna make good on yo money
Either way one day you gonna have to count on black woman
So if you choose to come by I won't leave you outside
Just knock on my door a couple of times

[Chorus]
Knock on, knock on, knock on my door, knock on my door
Knock on my door sometimes
Whewwwww
Knock on my door sometimes
Knock on, knock on, knock on my door
Whewwwww
Knock on my door sometimes