Knifed

Feel like there's a knife in my back, I'm thinking it came from you

I cannot be trusting nobody, just gotta chase the loot

Tried to fuck with my whole gang, how couldn't you see that was rude?

I wish I knew sooner or later that you was ran through

Got stabbed 'bout once or twice in my life

You made it a third

Send you back to the streets, where you belong, back to the birds

I'm thinking bout moving back to my home planet, I'm leaving this earth

Had to leave you behind, cause you want to put them drugs first

I told you I'm all by myself