A high-octane, triumphant anthem that serves as a definitive statement of dominance and self-worth. Blending the orchestral, boss-level energy of Atlanta Trap with a razor-sharp Detroit/Houston swing, the track features heavy, stadium-sized 808s and victorious brass hits. Lyrically, Grand Total delivers a "victory lap" performance, dismissing the competition and asserting that there is only one true "HIM" in the room. It’s a bold, high-energy track designed for the gym, the club, or anywhere that requires an undisputed presence.
Lyrics
[Intro] (Grand, orchestral horns swell and then drop into a heavy beat) Yeah. Stop the debate. Check the scoreboard. Pressureman... you heard what they said? They said "Who is it?" I told 'em... look in the mirror. It’s HIM.
[Chorus: Artist 1] I don’t need a tag, I don’t need a name, I’m HIM (HIM!) I don’t check the price, I just check the frame, I’m HIM (Boss) Walkin' in the building, everybody lookin' grim 'Cause they know I’m at the top and I’m lookin' o'er the rim (Whoa) I’m HIM, I’m HIM, I’m really, really HIM Check the stat sheet, yeah, I’m way above the rim Grand Total on the neck, yeah, it’s lookin' like a gym If you lookin' for the GOAT, man, you lookin' right at HIM.
[Verse 1: Artist 1] I’m the topic, I’m the headline, I’m the main event (Main) I don't pay for entry, I just pay the whole rent I’m the one they study, yeah, I’m the blueprint I’m the smell of money, yeah, that’s my favorite scent (Racks) I don't follow trends, man, I create the wave I’m the master of the craft, you just a corporate slave I told Pressureman, "Make it sound like a parade" 'Cause every time I step outside, a million-plus is made.
[Chorus: Artist 1 & Artist 2] I don’t need a tag, I don’t need a name, I’m HIM (HIM!) I don’t check the price, I just check the frame, I’m HIM (Boss) Walkin' in the building, everybody lookin' grim 'Cause they know I’m at the top and I’m lookin' o'er the rim (Whoa) I’m HIM, I’m HIM, I’m really, really HIM Check the stat sheet, yeah, I’m way above the rim Grand Total on the neck, yeah, it’s lookin' like a gym If you lookin' for the GOAT, man, you lookin' right at HIM.
[Verse 2: Artist 2] (Yeah, let’s talk about it) I’m the reason why your girl is actin' different (Facts) I’m the reason why the competition’s distant I don’t need a ghostwriter, I’m the one who’s gifted Grand Total in the air, see the atmosphere shifted? I’m the alpha, the omega, and everything between I’m the cleanest individual that you ever seen (So clean) I’m the definition of "HIM," put me in the book One look at the jewelry, got the whole city shook.
[Bridge: Artist 1 & 2] (Beat strips back to just the 808 and a snapping snare) Not them. (Nah) Not you. (Nah) I’m the one that’s makin' all the moves in the 302. Not him. (Nah) Not her. (Nah) I’m the Grand Total, man, everything’s a blur. (Beat builds up... faster, faster...) I’M HIM!
[Chorus: Artist 1 & Artist 2] I don’t need a tag, I don’t need a name, I’m HIM (HIM!) I don’t check the price, I just check the frame, I’m HIM (Boss) Walkin' in the building, everybody lookin' grim 'Cause they know I’m at the top and I’m lookin' o'er the rim (Whoa) I’m HIM, I’m HIM, I’m really, really HIM Check the stat sheet, yeah, I’m way above the rim Grand Total on the neck, yeah, it’s lookin' like a gym If you lookin' for the GOAT, man, you lookin' right at HIM.
[Outro] Yeah. Case closed. Documentary finished. Pressureman... we just gave 'em the anthem. Grand Total. OMR302. The undisputed. (Long, distorted 808 fade out)