[Intro] Heaven is hiring Line up, line up Wings in the back You can try your luck [Verse 1] They told me “be nice” I turned that advice to ash Turned every doubt To a duffel of cash They pray on my fall I pray on their past I know all their sins ’Cause I watched that trash Little fake halos Bought from the mall I don’t fear heights I invented the fall You talk wild small talk I talk final judgment Every word I’m speaking Got a deadly budget (yeah) [Chorus] Heaven is hiring, angels today But you keep on fucking with me, you might get the job, okay Keep on fucking with me, keep on fucking with me (woo) You can get your wings in blood If you really wanna play Heaven is hiring, angels today But you keep on fucking with me, you might get the job, okay Keep on fucking with me, keep on fucking with me You gon’ fly first class to the clouds On a one-way [Verse 2] I don’t do threats I just set deadlines Name on the list Then I headline You be in group chats Typing up hate I be in real life Rewriting fate You posting quotes I post bail You chase clout I chase hell ’Cause every time you doubt me Skies get darker Another little hater Meets their maker faster (pow) [Chorus] Heaven is hiring, angels today But you keep on fucking with me, you might get the job, okay Keep on fucking with me, keep on fucking with me (yeah) You can get your wings in blood If you really wanna play Heaven is hiring, angels today But you keep on fucking with me, you might get the job, okay Keep on fucking with me, keep on fucking with me You gon’ fly first class to the clouds On a one-way [Bridge] Don’t push your luck Don’t test my grace (nah) You keep on talking You’ll vanish, no trace First comes the shade Then comes the grave Then comes the choir Singing my name (my name) [Chorus] Heaven is hiring, angels today But you keep on fucking with me, you might get the job, okay Keep on fucking with me, keep on fucking with me (hey) You can get your wings in blood If you really wanna play Heaven is hiring, angels today But you keep on fucking with me, you might get the job, okay Keep on fucking with me, keep on fucking with me You gon’ fly first class to the clouds On a one-way

rap, Aggressive trap hip-hop with female vocals, distorted 808s and sharp hi-hats. Intro starts sparse with filtered drums and pitched-down vocal tag; verses bring in growling bass and eerie synth stabs. Hook explodes with layered gang vocals, call-and-response ad-libs, and a heavy, head-nod pocket. Bridge pulls instruments back to just bass and clap for a menacing, confident breakdown before final hook., hip hop

Heaven Is Hiring