[Verse 1: Byron Juane]
Yeah, it's the young myth, birth the King from a God that
Saw me off course and then me threw back in the cart
Turn rappers egos to Lord
Rapping kilos in verses
Then I'll sell it into the masses
That's Ronald Reagan with tactics
That's my confidence
Ain't no common sense within my continent
Eventually they'll try to screw you over, practice abstinence
Pass 'em this
Mic game on the Exodus
I write all my checks for this
Please check for this, I'm next in this
I ain't got no, uh, enemies, I got fans in disguise
They throw my name in the batter, don't want they hands in the pie
Not how I operate, I–serve all my dealing in line
If you heat-checking, I keep it cooking, my temperatures rise
Now all my ex girls want some closure (Want some closure)
Y'all can't drive through, I ain't open (I ain't open)
Young 'Ron did it for the culture
I ain't off-set, you know that I'm focused
[Verse 2: Jon Keith]
Yeah
Yeah! Uh, hold up (yeah)
You must think I'm playing with you silly sagget (You silly, silly)
Running with the fellowship like Frodo Baggins (Yeah)
If you really 'bout us step inside the ring, uh-huh
I could write a hook, but, ooh, these verses sting, uh
Splish-splashing in sauce
Life changed with a cost
And now I work for the Boss
And yet, they saying we lost
He want bravery, I think they got like no balls
Yeah, blind to the key, that's that Ray Charles, uh
Our homies elevate
I don't need to medicate
Let's set it straight
We could take you out like tragic dinner date, you been a fake
I'm so sick of tryna' mitigate
We see that you tryna' simulate
And I don't really know who in the body or just in the building
'Cause the way they look at me, that ain't what I need
We gon' point it back straight to G-O-D
This be all that we'll be the casualty
God opened the door and made a masterpiece
I don't think they know what I'm 'bout to be
Leader of the new, ain't no doubting me
Ooh, that sound like pride, get that outta me
But I'm royalty, what, I'm proud to be-
-lieve that we
Can relate like CPT
Slide in like D to D
You can't tell me what I need to be
'Cause it all came so easily
Ride through them keys and He
Flowed that like needless be
Attitude on Eazy-E
[Verse 3: Byron Juane]
Ayy, attitude on Kanye
I'ma cook that's flambé
Young 'Ron got that light skin
Ten, ten boy, through the block, hey
I saw all that blasé
And I play all that arcade
I eat good, and I sleep well, and I get my hydration, 'ation
So I drip-drop and swim through all the sauce
How I'm gonna flex and never ball?
Lemme turn the lightskin on
I've been a problem, get to solving, get to carvin', get the strap, get the gat
Round the troops, round the army, 'round this back
The way I get it popping, they don't care
I ain't got no time for that, I put city on the map
God been all up on my mental, He been on side like a cap
Blessings falling in my lap, Jon, you should run that back
Before I take these rappers under, put that dirt up on they back, yeah