Chima, Critical - KNIFE 2 DA BACK (KNIFE 2 DA BACK) lyrics

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

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

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

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

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)

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

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)

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

Knife to the back that’s what it feel like