Knotty Head (feat. Rick Ross)

Hair is nappy, knotty
Fuck karate, I got my a shotty
Jumpin' in the door, kamikaze
Origami if the neighbors saw me
But I'm on four, oh no
That's how the young boy's ass got smoked
But they got jacked like MK4
Sub-zero, put a nigga I'm so iced out
This the price I gotta pay because I wanna be iced out
Have them lookin' at my face as they tellin' me lights out
Sleep is the cousin of death
(?)
211's broad day, I had to live a life of crime

Get the product then we out the door
Mama I've been twistin' weed
And now it's time to lock the fro, blowin' dro
Call me knotty head cause I don't give a fuck
I was raised off the projects, know this life ain't meant for us
Bitch I can't be touched
Get the product then we out the door
Mama I've been twistin' weed
And now it's time to lock the fro, let it go
Call me knotty head and if I ever go
Tell my mama that I love her cause tomorrow never sure
I would never know

Told her (?) a lick
I'ma tote that stick until they send me to the pen
This the way it is, I gotta get it how I live
Knotty headed niggas
Told her (?) a lick
I'ma tote that stick until they send me to the pen
This the way it is, I gotta get it how I live
Knotty headed niggas

Hair is nappy, knotty, pack a pistol when I'm in the party
Life is melancholy, sellin' flour when they think it's molly
Bitches be givin' me sloppy
My pockets on Andy Milonakis
Bumpin' Speaker Knockerz
Rico's Story when I see the coppers
Gem golds in my mouth, my dreads lookin' like a palm-tree
Plus you know when the niggas get totin', that's why they fuck with me
Opposition we made obsolete when aimin' at targeted
Monday to Sunday, all of you niggas, we slangin' like Pistol Pete, peace

Told her (?) a lick
I'ma tote that stick until they send me to the pen
This the way it is, I gotta get it how I live
Knotty headed niggas
Told her (?) a lick
I'ma tote that stick until they send me to the pen
This the way it is, I gotta get it how I live
Knotty headed niggas

Found another body in the lake
Same day a new tattoo on his face
Obituary on his momma five place
Baby momma [?] another sucker on the blind date
Shots fired every night, I'm tryna mind mine
[?] cigars on the sideline
Pussy [?] you can see it on the timeline
Hating on his dawgs, I'm tryna find mine
[?], when I get lit up, I get Von Miller
Rich niggas, if you real then you can run with us
Educated, reading books I'm talking Art Of War
Whipping yo, the yayo, residual on the marble floors
I wanna see my niggas with the fliest cloth
Came to put my CD on [?] I'm right or wrong
Pulling in on [?], talking to richest cause
And I'm thanking of my dawgs, as I'm living raw
Jehovah's witness, swear to God
I done seen it all
Pickin' up the pistols every time the dogs bark
You pointing fingers, but them choppers cutting arms off
DCC, see we came to warn y'all
Motherfucker, right we came to warn y'all
Motherfucker, right we came to warn y'all

Denzel, what's up
Double M
It's futuristic