Mood should be angry, Write only a song, [Verse] Yo, Speed McQueen, you think you fast? But your mind's on cruise control, stuck in the past. Racing with ghosts, got no true friends, Calling out Packgod? Man, that’s where it ends. You spit hate like it’s gas, but you’re just a joke, Tryna ride that wave, but your engine's broke. I’m the king of the track, with bars that ignite, You’re just a flickering bulb, dimming out in the night. Got a rearview mirror reflecting your flaws, Eyes blind to the truth, just chasing applause. While I’m out here stacking wins, check the score, You’re stuck in the pit, begging for more. Like a racist old car, I’ll take you to school, With every line I drop, watch me break through your fuel. I’m the heat on this asphalt, no need for a map, While you stall in your lane, I’m breaking the gap. [Chorus] Speed McQueen, you can’t keep up with the pace, Tryna outrun my lines? You just lost the race. Packgod in the ring, you stepped on a landmine, I’m the lyrical bullet, and I’m ready to rewind. So step aside, kid, let the real ones speak, Got the heart of a lion, while you just a sheep. Speed McQueen, your time’s come and gone, I’m the future of rap, you just a sad song​MASS UNFOLLOWING ON JAN 22TH SPREAD THE WORDMASS UNFOLLOWING ON JAN 22TH SPREAD THE WORDMASS UNFOLLOWING ON JAN 22TH SPREAD THE WORDMASS UNFOLLOWING ON JAN 22TH SPREAD THE WORD.