flip the parameter

*man Flip the Parameters* 4 by 4 the gang Bitch its what I claim Comin in ready to die, Hard like John McLane Like John wick I got The flame, real hot just like the name Prometheus the hottest, newest playa in the fuckin game. I came up off that pain, And I made that shit my life. Shit was never that same, How can I make a hoe a wife. My boys hate me out of spite, Fuck it man that's life. I'ma still stay down, ten toes that's for life. Fuck it man flip the parameters, Yeah, flip the parameters, I ain't chasin' no title, The script you wrote for me? Consider it non-vital. You thought I needed your nod, your crew, your permission? I burn brighter alone, fueled by my own damn mission. They talk about the come-up, the hustle, the grind But success ain't measured by the wealth that you find. It's the peace in the chaos, the focus in the storm, I broke the mold they made, kept my own soul warm. Used to think a ring was the thing, the ultimate prize, Chasin' validation reflected in her eyes. But that ain't my lane; that's just a societal fear. I cut the weight, took the turn, made my own clear gear. The spite of my homies? It's fuel for the fire. I outgrew their small thinking, flew so much higher. This ain't a street saga, it's a mental breakaway, Prometheus gave fire, and I light my own way. Ten toes down? Nah, I'm liftin' off now, Breaking the chains, taking the final bow. To the old life, the old rules, the tired old game, I'm Prometheus—I create my own damn flame! No wife, no gang, no need for the fight, Just the man and the mission, walkin' into the light.