[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