Music: Keanan Oviedo Lyrics: Edward Lee/Philip Min/Keanan Oviedo Knives out, bitch I got my knives out **** 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 **** 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 **** 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 **** a storm, you know I'm riding out Over the clout, no 88, I rise out Yuh, I don't I don't **** with you Tell ya change ya attitude Alchemy without a circle **** 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 **** 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 **** 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 **** 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 is it too late let's knives out everyone Knives out, bitch I got my knives out **** 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 **** a storm, you know I'm riding out Over the clout, no 88, I rise out