Who would have thought

We′d make it this far

Now I get to take it all for winningBut 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