[Verse 1]
They said they wanted V8
Every single day feel like crashin' on the freeway
People playin' games, but they thought this shit was EA
Drop a bomb on your nog' like it's motherfuckin' D Day
Gave up on the music, now your fuse 'bout to decay
You should sell your soul, put your pop-up on eBay
Moving too fast and they cuttin' out your e-brake
I'm a ghost 'cause I wrote half the songs that you replay
See, they never gave me credit and I ain't lettin' it slide
And I was stuck inside the shadows of people who always lied
'Bout the way they want to handle they business, they keep you out decisions to make a million
Now they just letting you die out
Time out, I wasn't made for the industry
My momma worked a daycare, my dad would pack deliveries
I could've been a doctor, now my chosen path is killin' me
Wannabe celebrity with half a dozen mini mes
[Verse 2]
Wait
Do they give a fuck or not?
Should I keep these people around me until I reach the top?
Or should I kill myself because every one of my singles flop?
Maybe that's tramatic, galactic like I'm the sino-ops
Dropped a band on a trading card, used to window shop
Making TikToks 'til one of my little jingles pop
Shout to boy Q, he'll outrun you and he can't even walk (For real?)
And don't you ever try to diss me
My uncle knows a guy who be buying both of your kidneys
I'm bumping Noah Kahan because every day we in stick season
Try to kill me for my car, my brother, you can keep it
I'll just buy another one, and another one to match it with the other one
I can't even lie the last year has been troublesome
But 2024, we blowin' up until I'm number one
They said they wanted V8
Every single day feel like crashin' on the freeway
People playin' games, but they thought this shit was EA
Drop a bomb on your nog' like it's motherfuckin' D Day
Gave up on the music, now your fuse 'bout to decay
You should sell your soul, put your pop-up on eBay
Moving too fast and they cuttin' out your e-brake
I'm a ghost 'cause I wrote half the songs that you replay
See, they never gave me credit and I ain't lettin' it slide
And I was stuck inside the shadows of people who always lied
'Bout the way they want to handle they business, they keep you out decisions to make a million
Now they just letting you die out
Time out, I wasn't made for the industry
My momma worked a daycare, my dad would pack deliveries
I could've been a doctor, now my chosen path is killin' me
Wannabe celebrity with half a dozen mini mes
[Verse 2]
Wait
Do they give a fuck or not?
Should I keep these people around me until I reach the top?
Or should I kill myself because every one of my singles flop?
Maybe that's tramatic, galactic like I'm the sino-ops
Dropped a band on a trading card, used to window shop
Making TikToks 'til one of my little jingles pop
Shout to boy Q, he'll outrun you and he can't even walk (For real?)
And don't you ever try to diss me
My uncle knows a guy who be buying both of your kidneys
I'm bumping Noah Kahan because every day we in stick season
Try to kill me for my car, my brother, you can keep it
I'll just buy another one, and another one to match it with the other one
I can't even lie the last year has been troublesome
But 2024, we blowin' up until I'm number one
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