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**[Hook]**

Eight, eight, eight — infinity turned sideways, stacked in a triangle,

Every digit on my wrist a testimony, tangible,

Broke down to build up, that's the blueprint, non-negotiable,

Eight is the shape of a debt that God already cancelled, ooh.

**[Verse 1]**

I was minus, now I'm plus, infinite, the loop closed,

Turned my trauma to a trophy, watch the truth explode,

Ate the losses like a buffet, now I'm overflowed,

Every door they ever shut, watch me overload.

Multisyllable arsenal, I'm surgical, unbearable,

Metaphors so vertical they make the ceiling terrified,

I'm not lucky, I'm just early, karma running parallel,

Every seed I planted crying, "harvest, verify."

Eight above and eight below, as above so under,

Mirror image of my mama's faith, that's why I'm a wonder,

Snake eyes turned to angel wings, ain't a coincidence,

I been rolling with the infinite, ask about my residence.

**[Pre-Hook]**

No cap, no ceiling, no glass — just growth,

No fear, no settlin', I chose the both,

Eight on the left hand, eight on the throat,

Two infinities colliding — that's the oath.

**[Hook]**

Eight, eight, eight — infinity turned sideways, stacked in a triangle,

Every digit on my wrist a testimony, tangible,

Broke down to build up, that's the blueprint, non-negotiable,

Eight is the shape of a debt that God already cancelled, ooh.

**[Verse 2]**

Chicago raised me colder than the winters ever could,

Turned the block into a chapel, prayed until it understood,

I'm allergic to the average, call it spiritual immunity,

Every "no" they ever gave me turned to fuel for my community.

Punchlines got a heartbeat, metaphors got lineage,

I'm the living proof that pain can graduate to dividends,

Stack it eight times eighty, watch the interest multiply,

God don't do subtraction — that's a human alibi.

I ain't chasing, I'm arriving, that's the difference in my walk,

Every syllable I'm dropping got a weight they can't unlock,

Infinity's a promise and I'm collecting on the debt,

Eight-eight-eight — I'm the proof that heaven's not done with me yet.

**[Bridge]**

(sung, softer)

Count it up, count it slow,

Every loss I let go, watch it grow,

Eight is the sign, eight is the code,

Infinite love on an infinite road...

**[Final Hook]**

Eight, eight, eight — infinity turned sideways, stacked in a triangle,

Every digit on my wrist a testimony, tangible,

Broke down to build up, that's the blueprint, non-negotiable,

Eight is the shape of a debt that God already cancelled, ooh.