Soundtrack [Limited Edition Mixtape] The infinite source

[Chorus]
Not even gonna front
What I want is nothing complex
I'm adding different methods
To watch all my payments process
I'm a beat-seeking missile
When it comes to instrumentals
Checking in all my rooms
No credit cards for incidentals
I'm writing so bold
My lyrics are rare
I'm sure like a tortoise
Right like a hare
I'm payin' the toll, payin' the fare
I'm selling my soul so buter beware
I'm taking hits but like a bad check
I bounce back
Playing all the days of my life
To a soundtrack

[Verse 1]
Shut it off as a joke
Come see the fruition
But soon I would fight
And leave for the mission
Above compеtition, I wrote composition
Until I became likе a lyric magician
So full of ambition, I love repetition
From lifting the limits of what was before
And giving myself until I had nothing left
Catching my breath to give it some more
Imagine what's in store
It's just a starting line
This is my paramour
And I'm the paradigm
We're all on borrowed time
So live in the moment, let go of the past
Building a future inside of the present
The moment is fleeting and blowing by fast
So now I'm fighting for the top spot
Cool and I'm square
I guess you can call me icebox
I came up fearless
Just a young kid, old scars
The deeper that I dig
I'm always coming up with gold bars