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g herbo - knucklehead lyrics

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[hook: lil herb]
‘member when i used to skip school, hit the block instead?
diaries of a knucklehead
i used to slang under cameras like “f-ck the feds”
diaries of a knucklehead
and if you out here in these streets, you can understand
diaries of a knucklehead
i put my life up on the line cause i love my mans
diaries of a knucklehead

[verse 1: lil herb]
i used to stand up on that block like, “f-ck the feds”
hustle hard, we was stackin’ every buck we had
in that field, 24 but we was duckin’ lead
bullets flyin’ close range and they was lucky legs
young n-ggas, dumb n-ggas, we ain’t listen, had to learn
k!lled my homies, now we grievin’, load the heaters, let ’em burn
gotta keep it, i don’t know when it’s my turn
so i’m ridin’ through my hood, and i’m grippin’ on it firm
n-ggas say they gon’ k!ll me, be a man of your word
.40 burst, hit the dirt, call a he-rs-, get a shirt
and the hood ain’t see me lately, i’m like, “y’all gon’ get this work”
n-ggas diss about me crazy, all that sh-t gon’ get ’em murked
don’t do that
found out where you hang out and have my shooters come through there
‘member i ain’t have no gear, now i can’t think what to wear
used to tote them dillingers, man how’d i get to here?
now i’m signin’ signatures and f-ckin’ b-tches everywhere

[verse 2: earl sweatshirt]
and i’m a product of screamin’
and got a lot just off the top if it’s the topic of demons
we talkin’ weed cause i need it, n-ggas faded and deep
if you need a fade then you get it, blow an 8th, then i speak
these n-ggas playin’ for keeps, the rain ready to make you go inside
muzzle up and shovel up, just keep your gold in mind
shoulder cold, he hold the 9, doggie i know your kind
i missed the boat, i understand, been in it ‘fore the f-ckin’ cash
since minute phones was in, and every b-tch would let you cup her -ss
but none of them was suckin’ d-ck… see now they’re suckin’ d-ck
my n-ggas got the upper hand, cop me a couple grams
taught me to stuff the swish, papi just up and dipped
tight grip on the sh-t that i’m drownin’ in
can’t step in my momma crib without counselin’
dip, and my face on the kicks to the south of me
let me say you’re lookin’ out, but i know you got it out for me

[outro]
diaries of a knucklehead
diaries of a knucklehead, knucklehead
diaries of a knucklehead
diaries of a knucklehead, knucklehead
diaries of a knucklehead, knucklehead
diaries of a knucklehead, knucklehead
diaries of a knucklehead
diaries of a knucklehead

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