Knucklehead

I Don't wanna go to church, I don't wanna say my grace
I been down on my luck, I don't know about no faith
I just need a couple blunts, take a pound to the face
Bitch you better buckle up, I got miles in the race
Fake smiles in my face makes it so easy to replace
I don't wanna fuck with snakes, I'm so tired of the snakes
Devil packed a double lunch I got so much on my plate
You ain't tryna make no paper Hell nah we don't relate

You could be my first cousin Hell nah we don't relate
They say blood thicker than water but when frozen they can broke
I got tired of the cold shit and turned into the Flame
I been heating up this bitch like sprinters coming out the gate
Hit the ground running, and no mound bunting
Out the park Flame, got the crowd jumping
Baseline junkie, dope line punching
Marching band swisher, run a mile on it
Ain't no smiles homie, you been lowkey on some hater shit
Luckily for me that hating shit that be my favorite
My granny always prayed for me, I told the lord to wait for me
Pulled up to his Agency, and asked him can he waive the fee
He laughed at me so playfully, swear I found the ape in me
Thought I knew the way for me
Thought I had the shit figured out, but now I ache to reach
The shit I know he made for me
But my head so hard I swear to God

I Don't wanna go to church, I don't wanna say my grace
I been down on my luck, I don't know about no faith
I just need a couple blunts, take a pound to the face
Bitch you better buckle up, I got miles in the race
Fake smiles in my face makes it so easy to replace
I don't wanna fuck with snakes, I'm so tired of the snakes
Devil packed a double lunch I got so much on my plate
You ain't tryna make no paper Hell nah we don't relate



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Writer(s): Aaryn Hill
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