Knotty Head
Denzel Curry Lyrics


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Hair is nappy, knotty
Fuck karate, I got me a shotty
Jumpin' in the door, kamikaze
Origami, if the neighbors saw me
But I won't fold, oh no
That's how the young boy's ass got smoked
But they got jacked like MK4
Sub-zero, put a nigga on salt, 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 'cause of the death, no a NY not my state of mind
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 in 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 not for sure
I would never know

Tote a 4 and pour some liq'
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
Tote a 4 and pour some liq'
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' flock 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 and my dreads lookin' like a palm-tree
Plus you know what a nigga's skin tone is
So that's why they fuck with me
Opposition we made obsolete when aimin' and targetin'
Monday to Sunday, all of you niggas, we slangin' like Pistol Pete, peace

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 in 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 not for sure
I would never know

Tote a 4 and pour some liq'
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
Tote a 4 and pour some liq'
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

Yeah, uh
Maybach Music
Found another body in the lake (huh)
Same day another tattoo on his face (huh)
Obituary on his mother's fireplace
Baby mother fuck another sucker on a blind date (woo)
Shots fired every night I'm tryna mind mine
Dolphin Gang, Bello cigars on the sideline (yeah)
Pussy niggas you can see it on his timeline
Hatin' on his dawg, shit I'm tryna find mine (woo)
Calm nigga, when I'm lit up I get Von Miller (huh)
Rich niggas, if you real then you can run with us (let's get it)
Educated reading books I'm talkin Art of War
Whippin' yoda yayo residue on the marble floors
I wanna see my niggas with the flyest clothes (woo)
Came to put my city on that's if I'm right or wrong (what?)
Pulling into Risco Park in the richest cars (woo)
And I'm thinking of my dawgs since I'm livin' wrong
Jehovah's witness swear to God I done seen it all (bang)
Picking up the pistols every time the dogs bark (ugh)
You pointing fingers but them choppers cutting arms off
D.C.C.C. we came to warn y'all
Mothafucka damn right we came to warn y'all (woo)
Mothafucka damn right we came to warn y'all (huh)




Curry what's up! Double M (uh)
It's futuristic shit

Overall Meaning

The song Knotty Head by Denzel Curry featuring Rick Ross on its entirety is a narrative on one's journey to survive, make it big and gaining acceptance despite cultural differences (as alluding to his knotty hair). The opening lyrics "Hair is nappy, knotty. Fuck karate, I got me a shotty." suggest a young person who has grown up in less-than-favorable circumstances amidst violence, drugs, and gang activity like many young people before him, sees no sense in involving himself in martial arts because his solution comes from within the end of the barrel of a gun. He's a young man who survives by staying alert in hostile surroundings, warping his mentality and sense of reality to cope with his harsh environment. He'll jump in the door kamikaze-style, playing battleship in the hope to dominate the neighborhood. It's about survival, and nobody is innocent in this regard. No one wants to be taken advantage of, robbed, or killed. It's a lesson to be learned to find a way to succeed or get left behind.


Curry goes on, "Get the product then we out the door mama I've been twisting weed and now it's time to lock the fro, blowing dro, Call me knotty head, cause I don't give a f*ck," It looks like he's putting in the work to get out of the squalor, but it's all in vain. He's caught in a cycle and painfully aware that this life wasn't meant for him. He is forced to be a part of this life because of the hardships he has been born into. He also has moments of vulnerability, singing of the love he has for his mother and his hope to be remembered if he ever dies.


Line by Line Meaning

Hair is nappy, knotty
My hair is unruly and tangled


Fuck karate, I got me a shotty
I don't need karate skills, I have a shotgun for protection


Jumpin' in the door, kamikaze
I enter with reckless abandon like a kamikaze


Origami, if the neighbors saw me
I move stealthily and quietly like an origami master


But I won't fold, oh no
But I won't give up or back down


That's how the young boy's ass got smoked
That's how young people end up getting killed


But they got jacked like MK4
They got robbed and taken advantage of


Sub-zero, put a nigga on salt, iced out
I am cold as Sub-zero and leave people shaken and frozen with fear when I'm iced out


This the price I gotta pay because I wanna be iced out
This is the risk and cost I must bear to achieve a flashy, expensive lifestyle


Have them lookin' at my face as they tellin' me lights out
I am to be executed, and I will have no control or escape


Sleep is the 'cause of the death, no a NY not my state of mind
I won't die in my sleep because I'm always alert and cautious, especially in New York


211's broad day, I had to live a life of crime
I had to commit armed robbery in broad daylight to make a living


Get the product then we out the door
We quickly acquire what we need and make a swift escape


Mama, I've been twistin' weed
Mom, I've been rolling joints


And now it's time to lock the fro, blowin' dro
Now it's time to put my hair in its usual style and smoke marijuana


Call me knotty head, 'cause I don't give a fuck
I embrace my unruly hair and don't care what others think


I was raised off in the projects
I grew up in low-income housing developments


Know this life ain't meant for us
I know this life of poverty and danger is not what we were meant for


Bitch, I can't be touched
You can't harm or intimidate me


And now it's time to lock the fro, let it go
It's time to put my hair in its natural state and relax


Call me knotty head and if I ever go
If I die, remember me as Knotty Head


Tell my Mama, that I love her 'cause tomorrow not for sure
If I die, tell my mom that I love her because I may not have another chance


I would never know
I won't know if I'll see tomorrow or not


Tote a 4 and pour some liq'
Carry a handgun and drink some alcohol


I'ma tote that stick until they send me to the pen
I'll carry a gun until I get arrested and go to prison


This the way it is, I gotta get it how I live
This is how things are, and I must make a living in whatever way works


Hair is nappy, knotty, pack a pistol when I'm in the party
My hair is unruly, and I bring a gun to parties for protection


Life is melancholy, sellin' flock when they think it's molly
Life is depressing, and I sell fake drugs instead of real ones to make money


Bitches be givin' me sloppy
Girls offer me oral sex without much effort


My pockets on Andy Milonakis
My pockets are very small and insignificant


Bumpin' Speaker Knockerz
Listening to music by the late Speaker Knockerz


Rico's Story when I see the coppers
When I see the police, I think of Rico's Story


Gem golds in my mouth and my dreads lookin' like a palm-tree
I have gold teeth and long dreadlocks that resemble a palm tree


Plus you know what a nigga's skin tone is
You know exactly what my skin color is


So that's why they fuck with me
That's why they target and discriminate against me


Opposition we made obsolete when aimin' and targetin'
We eliminate our opposition when we have a clear target


Monday to Sunday, all of you niggas, we slangin' like Pistol Pete, peace
Every day of the week, we are engaging in drug dealing and violence like Pistol Pete


Maybach Music
This is a Maybach Music production


Found another body in the lake (huh)
Another dead body was discovered in the lake


Same day another tattoo on his face (huh)
The same day, someone got a new tattoo on their face after someone else was found dead


Obituary on his mother's fireplace
The deceased person's obituary is displayed on their mother's fireplace


Baby mother fuck another sucker on a blind date (woo)
The mother of the deceased's child had sex with someone else on a blind date


Shots fired every night I'm tryna mind mine
Gunshots are fired every night while I try to stay out of trouble


Dolphin Gang, Bello cigars on the sideline (yeah)
I am part of the Dolphin Gang, and we smoke Bello cigars on the sidelines


Pussy niggas you can see it on his timeline
Weak men are easily identified on social media


Hatin' on his dawg, shit I'm tryna find mine (woo)
Someone is hating on my friend, and I'm trying to find my own success


Calm nigga, when I'm lit up I get Von Miller (huh)
I am a calm person, but when I am high, I become like Von Miller, who is known for his intense gameplay


Rich niggas, if you real then you can run with us (let's get it)
If you're rich and authentic, you can join us and be a part of our group


Educated reading books I'm talkin Art of War
I am educated and read books, specifically Art of War


Whippin' yoda yayo residue on the marble floors
I am cooking cocaine and the residue is on my marble floors


I wanna see my niggas with the flyest clothes (woo)
I want my friends to have the most fashionable clothing


Came to put my city on that's if I'm right or wrong (what?)
I came to make my city famous, whether it's a good or bad thing


Pulling into Risco Park in the richest cars (woo)
We are driving the most expensive cars to Risco Park


And I'm thinking of my dawgs since I'm livin' wrong
I'm thinking of my friends, as I am living a dangerous and reckless lifestyle


Jehovah's witness swear to God I done seen it all (bang)
I've seen everything, and even a Jehovah's Witness couldn't change my views


Picking up the pistols every time the dogs bark (ugh)
I'm always ready to arm myself when I hear suspicious noises or barking dogs


You pointing fingers but them choppers cutting arms off
You're accusing us of wrongdoing, but our guns can actually cut your limbs off


D.C.C.C. we came to warn y'all
We represent D.C.C.C. and we came here to warn you all


Mothafucka damn right we came to warn y'all (woo)
Yes, we definitely came here to warn you all


Mothafucka damn right we came to warn y'all (huh)
Yes, seriously, we came to warn you all


Curry what's up! Double M (uh)
Denzel Curry and Rick Ross are greeting each other


It's futuristic shit
This is cutting-edge and forward-thinking music




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Denzel Curry, Isaac Deboni, Michael Mule, Rick Ross, Ronald Spence Jr.

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