KNIFE 2 DA BACK

[Intro: Drake] Whatever, I’m ready I’ll show out anybody It was just a point where I was just like yo IDGAF, I’m ready to take on anything [Verse 1: CHiMA] I’mma get straight to the point Story of my life, I’m getting played like a toy I gotta get high and escape to enjoy And I’m changing my ways so I don’t disappoint A nigha done with the fake love (Fake love) Tryna mess a nigha day up (Sun up) But I’m finna keep my head up (Uh huh) Look at this beat for instance (Yee), it’s short lived like all my friendships I’m done simpin and wimpin over bitch ass folk who don’t care bout me I could go out and pimp and make a bag on me I’m done doing this shit for folk to like me Uh, nigha I quit because... this my life cuz they... [Pre-Chorus: CHiMA] Stabbed me in the back and I ain’t even know it (Fuck) No more nice guy, yuh, I can’t show it (Fuck that) Tried to piece it back together, but you always blow it (True) I ain’t doing that friend shit, no more [Chorus: CHiMA] I ain’t got no friends (You ain’t true) I ain’t got no friends, no (You ain’t true) Yuh, I’m done with the bullshit (That is true) Hope that bs done... I ain’t got no friends I ain’t got no friends, no Yuh, I’m done with the bullshit Hope that bs done... [Verse 2: CHiMA] So many things that I can call you but it ain’t a friend (Forreal) You ain’t a friend, you enemy, yuh, look again (Yuh) Ya better look again, turned my heart frozen (Bitch) This bitch made my heart cold You ain’t Fine Wine nomo, you fucked up the road They say the way you get em is the way you lose em Look at the timeline tho ho, was tryna fuck on the low The time I checked them, the time’s you spared them You saved them for later, you planned this shit on me (I ain’t sorry mom) [Pre-Chorus: CHiMA] Stabbed me in the back and I ain’t even know it (Fuck) No more nice guy, yuh, I can’t show it (Fuck that) Tried to piece it back together, but you always blow it (True) I ain’t doing that friend shit, no more [Chorus: CHiMA] I ain’t got no friends (You ain’t true) I ain’t got no friends, no (You ain’t true) Yuh, I’m done with the bullshit (That is true) Hope that bs done... I ain’t got no friends I ain’t got no friends, no Yuh, I’m done with the bullshit Hope that b— (Hol’ up!) [Verse 3: CHiMA] But how I let a bitch ass nigha like that bring me down (Bring me down) But how I let a fake ass cripp like that shoot me down (Shoot me down) But how she let a weird ass goofy like that caress her down (Speed it up) Cocky ass muthafuckas don’t know that I am the underdog (Ahhroo) Shut ya bitch ass up, you don’t even know humble is You don’t even know what real is, yuh In this bitch with a checkmate, 1K, on the way Domino effect, yuh, you bitch made I made another hit, Jay, finna make my own wave Already paving my way, ha, nun to say with yo smart ass [Outro: Critical] Knife to the back that’s what it feel like