8Ö8 - HEADSHÖT (with shöckface & ero808)

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

Feelin' 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 'til my team get

Pampered up

Knighted up

Royaled up

Bitch you better hope that budget's big enough to spoil us

F*ck 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 fuckin' windows tinted

155 inside a 55, that's how we livin'

I'm blowing loud inside the whip I know the pigs are sniffin'

License is suspended

God ain't giving no repentance for the way I'm sinnin'

Got no patients for no greedy sons of bitches

And when I'm the top I ain't gon' show you no forgiveness

That's ain't how I'm feelin'

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 of symphonies

Ye, when we die the whole game

Gon' recognize both of our names