Knives out, bitch I got my knives out
Fuck around and you'll prolly find out
Tony Hawk my grind, hit that Uzi Vert
I’m flying now, can't keep me down

Racks on racks on racks on racks I lost count
Final Flash burning the city down
Fuck a storm, you know I'm riding out
Over the clout, no 88, I rise out

I’m popping off again
Yuh Yuh Yuh
Said we're better off as friends
I am not your latest trend

Cupid still shooting blanks
Blue and red pill in my drink
Henny Holy Trinity
Converting all my enemies

I'm out of sight, don't know the time
Empty my mind, fill her all night
You said you wouldn't fall for me
You set the wrong difficulty

Now no more captain save a hoe
No more Paper Mario
You lost your chance get out of line
Maybe in another life
Knives out, bitch I got my knives out
Fuck around and you'll prolly find out
Tony Hawk my grind, hit that Uzi Vert
I'm flying now, can't keep me down

Racks on racks on racks on racks I lost count
Final Flash burning the city down
Fuck a storm, you know I’m riding out
Over the clout, no 88, I rise out

Yuh, I don’t I don't fuck with you
Tell ya change ya attitude
Alchemy without a circle
Fuck you and your crew

Engine like a king
You thought you could pull the plug
Had me grounded
Now I’m finna leave you in my dust

Skrt skrt like Kill La Kill
I be fiendin' in the cut
I don't give a fuck
Flexing like I'm Popeye on spinach

Tried to break me down
Now you miss feeling me in your guts
I’m on my Berserk
Just desserts, eat it up yuh
Knives out, bitch I got my knives out
Fuck around and you'll prolly find out
Tony Hawk my grind, hit that Uzi Vert
I'm flying now, can't keep me down

Racks on racks on racks on racks I lost count
Final Flash burning the city down
Fuck a storm, you know I'm riding out
Over the clout, no 88, I rise out

And I should've took my life
And you should've took my knives
So I wouldn't be covered in all these bloods and guts
Pretending I'm someone I'm really not
Is it too late to give up on true love?
Or is it too late let's knives out everyone

Knives out, bitch I got my knives out
Fuck around and you'll prolly find out
Tony Hawk my grind, hit that Uzi Vert
I'm flying now, can't keep me down

Racks on racks on racks on racks I lost count
Final Flash burning the city down
Fuck a storm, you know I'm riding out
Over the clout, no 88, I rise out