Knucklehead G Herbo (Ft. Earl Sweatshirt)
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[Hook: G Herbo]
'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
[Verse 1: G Herbo]
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
[Verse 1: G Herbo]
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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