My lines have controlled substance that will up your heart rate.
Superfly, caught airplanes in my hands and don’t want to depart late.
Because like Clark Kent I was born to be soaring.
I get strength from the sun that rises in the morning
The guns went off, and I made sure that I start straight.
So when people ran up against me, they could not catch.
I went to the finish line, they stayed with the back cameras
Then they tried to make excuses with wack manners.
Those behind were pressed further and lacked answers.
This king got the medal in my hand like Black Panther.
I was in my prime like my first home is Cybertron.
So when I brought the drive, it was vibrant and strong.
Came from the motherland that’s the tribe I’m on.
So when they try to ask me what type of race I’m in.
I’ll say I belong to the race where I'm ahead and winning