[Intro] Red bar Flatline Whole squad On my side (yeah) [Verse 1] Money on my mind, that’s a migraine Heart ticking like a bomb in a dice game I’m the crash on the last lap, bright flame Angels watching through the smoke of the high stakes Halo on tilt, I’m a reach kid Dropped out heaven with a cheat script Superman cape in a street whip Breakneck, I don’t even feel the speed shift Cartiage cold, but the veins hot Every risk that I take, that’s a screenshot I’ve been playing with creation on a thin wire Either gold in my hands or a live wire [Chorus] Money, bitches, speed, I don’t blink, I don’t bleed I just rush, I just bleed, I just push ‘til it’s greed If I die this week, let me die at full reach With my hands to the sky like I’m ready to leave Money, bitches, speed, heart attack in my seat If I crash, let it be in a blaze, never weak If I die this week, let me die at full reach With my hands to the sky like I’m ready to leave (yeah) [Verse 2] Fast life, slow death, that’s a trade-off Cartoon strength, feel the rage when it pays off Call me hero when I’m flying through the face-off Villain when I turn a saint to a write-off Wish I could stop, but the pulse said go Every little hit, every risk, that’s growth Heaven in the rearview, hell in the smoke I been building my own world out of “almost” Two sides in my head, that’s a crossfire One says “live,” other one says “go higher” Catching bodies of my habits in a bonfire I’m the saint with the stain and the live wire [Chorus] Money, bitches, speed, I don’t blink, I don’t bleed I just rush, I just bleed, I just push ‘til it’s greed If I die this week, let me die at full reach With my hands to the sky like I’m ready to leave Money, bitches, speed, heart attack in my seat If I crash, let it be in a blaze, never weak If I die this week, let me die at full reach With my hands to the sky like I’m ready to leave (ready to leave)

rap, Aggressive trap rap with male vocals, alternating double-time and halftime drums; sub-heavy bass, eerie synth choir pads, and chopped vocal stabs. Verses sprint with rapid-fire triplet flows, hook drops into a massive, stomping groove with crowd-chant energy. Occasional glitchy FX swells and filtered drops to highlight punchlines; vocal stacks on key hook lines for stadium feel., slow

Halo Reach Heart Attack