Butter

Knives in my back can’t keep me on my track, snitches
Knives in my back, bitches
I’m coming back for bitches
Knives in my back can’t keep me on my track, snitches
Sometimes I’m wrong, sometimes I’m not
Mostly I’m not, show me what you got
I’ll break it down, tell you all the facts
If you don’t like, I don’t care about it ('bout it)
I’ll bring you motherfucking raw
I don’t care if you bitches don’t applaud
But I’m still sensitive
(But I don’t give a fuck though, okay? Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you !)
Wait, I’m not ready
I still got these knives in my back, bitches (in my back)
I’m coming back, bitches (coming back)
Knives in my back can’t keep me on my track, snitches
Knives in my back, bitches (in my back)
I’m coming back for bitches (coming back)
Yish ! I’m combing back for snitches
Now they all be like «Damn, man you changed when you got struck by the fame»
If you’re thinking like that, please don’t talk to me ever again,
everyone’s lame
Get your insecurity out of my lane
You and me are far from being the same
I ain’t playin' no fucking game
Just scarred this shit right on my chest
And it ain’t a test, bitch, I am blessed
Just utilize the world I possess
I got a lot that I wouldn’t miss
I’m just doin' my fucking best
I’m just doin' my fucking best
But I still feel like a mess
Even though I still progress
But I still feel like
I’m too sensitive
I’m too sensitive
Blu (*crying*)
Blu (*crying*)