Knife in my hand, like, why'd it have to be Knife in my hand, like, why'd it have to be me? Backwood in my hand, sativa sticks in my dreams Like, do I miss you? Like, damn I kind of wish you could see me So much blood on the leaves, I don’t think you'll believe me But I guess I'm at peace 'Cause that’s what it’s been Listen to myself argue with the demons within Dodging bullets from pussies, 'cause that’s the climate I'm in I've been dying to spin back, 'cause I'm dying to win I stepped off of the pedestal, they said: Jaydes, why you did that? They think this a setback I've been in that pussy, but it was just for a get back And she won't forget that These niggas dumb, just blame it on me Knife in my hand, like, why'd it have to be me? Backwood in my hand, sativa sticks in my dreams Like, do I miss you? Like, damn I kind of wish you could see me So much blood on the leaves, I don’t think you'll believe me But I guess I'm at peace 'Cause that’s what it’s been Listen to myself argue with the demons within Dodging bullets from pussies, 'cause that’s the climate I'm in Dying to win These niggas dumb