[Intro]
1,2,3-and-to-the-4
1,2,3-and-to-the-4
1,2,3-and-to-the-4
1,2,3-and-to-the-4
1,2,3-and-to-the-4
And watch me rip off the roof

[Verse]
Now every time I hope on the track I hear “Fuckin hell”
Sticking with the bars cause to be honest I got nothing else
Squad from the dungeon cells, they dump and I’ve ducking well
So old me can look back and think good times of his younger self
Man, JAY a son from the upper realm
Mans’ll really wet you with the flow from the spout if you're one to tell
I’ve heard your tracks saying you’re the ladies man
It’s a shame I’m the one your girl's thinking of when she rubs herself
Sharp as a sword, you blades switched up
I’ll be fire forever, you the hottest shit this month
Ain’t sick as us, face twisted up
Where I’m from you get your fists up, motherfuck a fist bump
Private school boy but trust I ain’t a bitch punk
Dogs act too hard, they bust off a dick suck
So if you sending a shot, my aim lit up
And I don’t miss much, have you gone not missed much
Shit’ll be clear when I blow like a sinus
It’ll hard to decipher how I’m with the 1970s Michelle Pfeiffers
The name’s Modern King Midas
This money came with pain but what I learned from it is priceless
Partly why I’m so indecisive
Yeah my likeness is tight, they try bite this cause they’re flightless
Lost in the clouds of strife, your core crisis
Psycho for the power to stay with the Ms like Bison
Tell ‘em I’m trying, been working on kaizen
But my vices take over like psychics, make me mindless
Spazzing where the OD be, no Osiris
If you tryna make me spineless its gonna be “Bye bitch”
So watch your back & mind your manners
Get you fried for some chicken and nuggets, I’m Colonel Sanders
All I need in life is a mic and some demanders
OM commander, man I stand with the stanzas
Carry the weight of quatrains and I ain’t quad trained
And I don’t need to be off the gas to be high octane
I’m the one Doc Bombay couldn’t save
Serve you rappers and I got plates, fuck if the pots blazed
Before the project, they were saying “You’re a God JAY”
Shine bright like UV, fuck out with your soft rays
Don’t act like your thot bae got bomb brain
You know you’re not safe when I leave the booth like what mate
[Chorus]
My man be yourself yeah you know the vibe
Just go with the flow, bro row your side
Don’t waste your time with these bonafide prototypes
Stay true to yourself, that’s the code to life