Knife To My Back

Knife to my back gone head and leave it in
Just leave it in

Love all my niggas, like I love my kins
And lost some people, I can't meet again
When Bridges burned, I had to learn to swim, Mmmh
To only find the love wouldn't be the same, yeah
Never thought we would thug apart
A real nigga I always played my part
And It's fucked up how you did me nigga
I was really in your corner till you started hating

If I fucked your bitch like would that make me real
But how you treat me like one of them, like I'm not one of your kins
That shit you said, had me confused I had to ask about it
So I told my sis about It, she said forget about it
I Tried so hard to hold our bond, but it couldn't be the same
Cause I know It won your be first, It wouldn't be your last
I Tried to love you, It couldn't be the same
You did me worst than that nigga did

Thought you my nigga, but you turned a bitch
Broski my nigga he would never switch, yeah
That what I thought until he showed his color, Damm
I Should've learnt this from my brother past, why?
I seen his homies go against em too, yeah
Told you about it and you play the shit
If this was art, you played your fucking role
Congratulations here's your fucking rose

After the flowers bloom; it always die
And I mean that shit there like literally
But how you turn up on your brother nigga
And these niggas picking sides like I won in the picture
Knife to my back gone head and leave it in
My heart is colder than December's wind
My mama told me bout these coming days
But I ain't think It'll come from you
Not in a million years

Love all my niggas, like I love my kins
And lost some people, I can't meet again
When Bridges burned, I had to learn to swim, Mmmh
To only find the love wouldn't be the same, yeah
Never thought we would thug apart
A real nigga I always played my part
And It's fucked up how you did me nigga
I was really in your corner till you started hating

Thought you my nigga, but you turned a bitch
Broski my nigga he would never switch, yeah
That what I thought until he showed his color, Damm
I Should've learnt this from my brother past, why?
I seen his homies go against em too, yeah
Told you about It and you play the shit
If this was art, you played your fucking role
Congratulations here's your fucking rose

After the flowers bloom; it always die
And I mean that shit there like literally
But how you turn up on your brother nigga
And these niggas picking sides like I won in the picture, Damm
Knife to my back gone head and leave it in
My heart is colder than December's wind
My mama told me bout these coming days
But I ain't think It'll come from you
Not in a million years