Knucklehead Lyrics - Earl Sweatshirt

[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 "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 

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[Verse 1: Lil Herb] 

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 

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[Hook] 

[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, 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 mama's crib without counselin' 

Dip in my face, only kicks to the sound 

Let me say you're lookin' out, but I know you got it out for me 

[Hook] 

[Outro] 

Diaries of a knucklehead 

Diaries of a knucklehead, knucklehead 

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Diaries of a knucklehead, knucklehead 

Diaries of a knucklehead, knucklehead 

Diaries of a knucklehead, knucklehead 

Diaries of a knucklehead 

Diaries of a knucklehead