Masterful lyrics coming at you, I am the speed of sound I must be crowned, Rap prodigy will be found I'm bound for success, I will make sure that Money coming faster everyday, Anyway Getting this bread, Laundering, money under where I lay Okay, Pulled up in a Wraith Cause I'm getting paid To the top, Issa race Poster boy for the underdogs, Look at my face I ain't gon' carry 50 G's on me, it'll be murder and robbery, straight away, closed case Not a trace of my life force Even if you could sense it Not a taste, not a taste Wait, wait, don't hate I ain't flexing With intent to make you all irate To be honest, I ain't got any of that It's a lie, I won't die soon by those circumstances Like who am I kidding? Who am I? Chances of you knowing my name before this is 1 in 100 million, give or take Just told you it is fake, Only thing I'm pulling up is the leaves With a rake, not a wraith But my money gonna pick up the pace You gonna see me laced up wit' the chains No prison bars I'm heading for crimson, no killin, I mean mars Or the stars Spittin bars