[Verse 1]
Goddamn, it feels so good to be alive
Look I made it through thoughts of suicide
Dug from the dark side even I'm surprised
Took so much time planning my own demise
I missed out on where beauty lies
And that's why
From now on, you'll never see fear in my eyes
Oh, they said I'd never make, oh they hate it
Cause they see me on these stages
And all up on their girl playlist
Kicked me down when we could've related
Overzealous with being rich without a work ethic
I'm a heartbreak kid with a diesel and a razor with brick
And on 123 Kid, everything clicks (Too sweet)
I'm a cut above these pussies like C sections
Heed lessons if you're life's not worth more than a VIP section
Could be a finish line away from greatness
But this here line could be receding like Lebron at 27
Meant my words, no repeating, so conceited
All the obstacles, I'll see it, I'll defeat it
That's why I'm taking you to task, watch me control, shift and delete it
That's why I'm winning and I'm grinning all the way to the bank
If being great ain't on your agenda, shorty fuck what you thank
Cause if you're top 3, guess I have to be negative to the rank
Don't wanna Purple Rain on your Parade but if you shoot your J, your futures bleak, clank

Chorus
You'd pray I'd be a goner
Now I pray on all your furniture
That you hit your big and pinky toe on every single corner
You'll never ever sell me short
Since I finally know my self worth
When you look me in my eyes and you swallow your pride
To the middle of your soul, bitch, I hope it hurts
Bitch, I hope it
Hurts, Hurts, Hurts
Bitch, I hope it
Hurts, Hurts, Hurts
Bitch, I hope it
Hurts, Hurts, Hurts,
Bitch, I hope it
Hurts, Hurts, Hurts,
Bitch, I hope it
Hurts, Hurts, Hurts,
Bitch, I hope it
Hurts, Hurts, Hurts,
When you look me in my eyes and you swallow your pride
To the middle of your soul, bitch, I hope it hurts
Bitch, I hope it

]Verse 2]
See life is, filled with
Too many picket signs, no white fences
And you wonder why we so defensive
See that list is, damn near endless
Trying to win this
Coming off the bench, 50 points down, wonder why we so offensive
Fuck what you think
Like Ye in 2013, I'm living my life without Consequences
I see baby girl working, twerking, learning
Steady building while in search of
Her true self, if I don't know, she's up on it
Her sexuality, she owns it
Black girl magic, she's gotta have it
Life can be hair pulling at times
But no sweat, them edges stay immaculate
Like damn, yes girl, got damn
Not defined by a man, but for what you stand
She doesn't need a hand, needs you to understand
That she's always had a plan
So be by her side or get rolled the fuck over
belle hook to the person you're becoming and that fuck shit she fly over with
International trips
TSA going through her hair, she like "Bitch
All you gonna find is a goddess
And you can barely handle a fifth
Of this right here
Let me make this clear
My autonomy is the embodiment of heaven sent
The limits you set, I pass it
Pour champagne on a fuck boy, watch me dame dash it

[Chorus]
Chorus
You'd pray I'd be a goner
Now I pray on all your furniture
That you hit your big and pinky toe on every single corner
You'll never ever sell me short
Since I finally know my self worth
When you look me in my eyes and you swallow your pride
To the middle of your soul, bitch, I hope it hurts
Bitch, I hope it
Hurts, Hurts, Hurts
Bitch, I hope it
Hurts, Hurts, Hurts
Bitch, I hope it
Hurts, Hurts, Hurts,
Bitch, I hope it
Hurts, Hurts, Hurts,
Bitch, I hope it
Hurts, Hurts, Hurts,
Bitch, I hope it
Hurts, Hurts, Hurts,
When you look me in my eyes and you swallow your pride
To the middle of your soul, bitch, I hope it hurts
Bitch, I hope it