End Of The Year V8 Testo

They said they want a V8
Every single day feel like crashing on the freeway
People playing games, but they thought this shit was C.H
Drop a bomb on your nog like it's motherfuckin' D Day
Gave up on the music, now your fuse about to decay
You should sell your soul, put your pop-up on ebay
Moving too fast then 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 About 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 killing me
Wanna be celebrity with half a dozen mini mes

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 till one of my little jingles pop
Shoutout 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 blowing up until I'm number one