[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