G Herbo, Earl Sweatshirt - Knucklehead lyrics

'Member when I used to skip school
Hit the block instead?
Diaries of a knucklehead
I used to slang under cameras
Like "Fuck 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

I used to stand up on that block like
"Fuck 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 niggas, dumb niggas, we ain't listen
Had to learn killed 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
Niggas say they gon' kill me
Be a man of your word
40 burst, hit the dirt, call a hearse
Get a shirt
And the hood ain't see me lately, I'm like
"Y'all gon' get this work"
Niggas diss about me crazy
All that shit 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
Fuckin' bitches everywhere

'Member when I used to skip school
Hit the block instead?
Diaries of a knucklehead
I used to slang under cameras
Like "Fuck 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

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
Niggas faded and deep
If you need a fade then you
Get it, blow an 8th, then I speak
These niggas 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 fuckin' cash
Since minute phones was in
And every bitch would let you cup her ass
But none of them was suckin' dick
See now they're suckin' dick
My niggas got the upper hand
Cop me a couple grams
Taught me to stuff the Swish
Papi just up and dipped
Tight grip on the shit 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
'Member when I used to skip school
Hit the block instead?
Diaries of a knucklehead
I used to slang under cameras
Like "Fuck 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

Diaries of a knucklehead
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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