Headshöt

Who would have thought We'd make it this far Now I get to take it all for winning But when my life ends, it won't mean nothing Nothing but more overconsumption Poetry in motion Feeling like I'm Jesus So many new faces That I didn't know last week All in my DMs Labels wanting my soul All of these A&Rs tryna be be friends I ain't finna sign no shit Till my team get Pampered up Knighted up Royaled up Bitch you better hope that budget Big enough to spoil us Fuck with us Make it pop And pour it up Toast to those who never had the chance to be the chosen ones Who would have thought We'd make it this far Now I get to take it all for winning But when my life ends, it won't mean nothing Nothing but more overconsumption My fucking windows tinted One fifty five inside a fifty five, that's how we living I'm blowing loud inside the whip, I know the pigs are sniffing License is suspended God ain't giving no repentance for the way I'm sinning Got no patients for no greedy sons of bitches And when I'm at the top I ain't gon' show you no forgiveness That's ain't how I'm feeling Suck it up Toughen up Pucker up Toast to all of the souls who never got close to being the chosen ones Got my shooters Aiming right at your medulla Suck me like Hoover Beggars ain't finna be choosers And when I die I'm gon' leave behind All my old memories wrapped inside symphonies Yeah, when we die the whole game gon' recognize both of our names