Lyrics: Anthony Tubbs
Music: Anthony Tubbs
They said they wanted V8
Every single day feel like crashing on a freeway
People playing games, but they thought this shit was EA
Drop a bomb on your nog like it's mother****in' D-Day
Gave up on the music, now your views about to decay
You should sell your soul, put your pub 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 now
And I was stuck inside the shadows of people who always lied about
The way they wanna handle they business
They keep you out decisions to make a million
Now they just letting you die out
Timeout, 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 killing me
Wanna be celebrity with half a dozen mini meβs
Wait, do they give a **** 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 dramatic, galactic like I'm the sino-ops
Dropped a band on a trading card, used to window shop
Making TikToks till one of my little jingles pop
Shout The 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'd 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's been troublesome
But 2024, we blowing up until I'm number one