[Intro]

Oh, I've been stabbed in my back like seventeen times now

I should be dead by now

How many wounds does it take 'til I bleed out?

I don't know but I

[Verse]

Pull up to the party in a hearse

45, hide it in my purse

45, presidential curse

Everything you say doesn't hurt now

I be livin' life like I really ain't shit

Quit my real life, I ain't really wanted this

Give it what I know now

I would've cut a lot of people who ain't never hold me down

They don't keep they word, they don't really be my friends

Yeah, they know my worth, they ain't see me through my lense

Take advantage of me, you don't really make sense

Every good thing's always coming to an end

[Outro]

Oh, I've been stabbed in my back like seventeen times now

Please buy my merch, I'm broke

Just please buy my merch, I'm broke

Just please buy my merch, I'm broke