作词 : John Cena
作曲 : John Cena
Your hope is crushed – my reign is now
You boo, not see me; my reign is now
I’m the franchise, cold and ruthless now
You boo, not see me; my reign is now
Forgot who runs the yard? I’m back to scar, no mask on
Stacks long, I flex wrong—break spines just to pass dawn
No hustle, pray, respect—just muscle, blades, and checks
I rig the deck, refs blink once—I snap your necks
A general who’d rather watch the locker room bleed
Thunder made of arrogance, I’m every nightmare you need
You can’t cage me, I’m steel, I file the nails sharper
Keep it locked like solitary, bury every martyr
Competition’s gone fishing, but I poisoned the lake
Your division’s just religion—full of faith but it breaks
With no grace, kid, your boy keeps weight
Soul stained black, smack your grill like Colgate
Any weather, black leather—your hero turned villain
You’ll never catch me rockin’ mercy, only profit and killin’
Let ’em hate—fuel the flames—whole clans laid flat
Count to three while I pose for the flash—hold that
Your hope is crushed – my reign is now
You boo, not see me; my reign is now
I’m the franchise, cold and ruthless now
You boo, not see me; my reign is now
Yeah–uh. It is what it never was
Five pounds of spite tucked tight in these custom gloves
War dance with a victory glare
Gift-wrapped despair—when you insist he should care
John Cena, Trademarc—y’all still so-so
Brag about the bread you bake but can’t rise your own dough, though
Finger–gun photos? That’s a no-go
When this pops, your TikTok jaw drops—promo’s a no-show
See what happens when the gold face cracks?
Status, lattices shattered—your pockets collapse
I rock a Rollie for the spite of it—icy, obscene
The same line fans once cheered is the dagger in their spleen
A man’s measured by the chaos he brings
Not charity streams, bright rings, or champion blings
Spent twenty-plus years playin’ hero to kids
Now Predka rides shotgun while the franchise flips the script
I gave you light—you sold me lies
Now feel the dusk when the GOAT turns sides
No salvation, no five-finger salute
Just five knuckles down your throat—absolute
Your hope is crushed – my reign is now
You boo, not see me; my reign is now
I’m the franchise, cold and ruthless now
You boo, not see me; my reign is now
Fade out with menacing horn stab and crowd jeers
作词 : John Cena
作曲 : John Cena
Your hope is crushed – my reign is now
You boo, not see me; my reign is now
I’m the franchise, cold and ruthless now
You boo, not see me; my reign is now
Forgot who runs the yard? I’m back to scar, no mask on
Stacks long, I flex wrong—break spines just to pass dawn
No hustle, pray, respect—just muscle, blades, and checks
I rig the deck, refs blink once—I snap your necks
A general who’d rather watch the locker room bleed
Thunder made of arrogance, I’m every nightmare you need
You can’t cage me, I’m steel, I file the nails sharper
Keep it locked like solitary, bury every martyr
Competition’s gone fishing, but I poisoned the lake
Your division’s just religion—full of faith but it breaks
With no grace, kid, your boy keeps weight
Soul stained black, smack your grill like Colgate
Any weather, black leather—your hero turned villain
You’ll never catch me rockin’ mercy, only profit and killin’
Let ’em hate—fuel the flames—whole clans laid flat
Count to three while I pose for the flash—hold that
Your hope is crushed – my reign is now
You boo, not see me; my reign is now
I’m the franchise, cold and ruthless now
You boo, not see me; my reign is now
Yeah–uh. It is what it never was
Five pounds of spite tucked tight in these custom gloves
War dance with a victory glare
Gift-wrapped despair—when you insist he should care
John Cena, Trademarc—y’all still so-so
Brag about the bread you bake but can’t rise your own dough, though
Finger–gun photos? That’s a no-go
When this pops, your TikTok jaw drops—promo’s a no-show
See what happens when the gold face cracks?
Status, lattices shattered—your pockets collapse
I rock a Rollie for the spite of it—icy, obscene
The same line fans once cheered is the dagger in their spleen
A man’s measured by the chaos he brings
Not charity streams, bright rings, or champion blings
Spent twenty-plus years playin’ hero to kids
Now Predka rides shotgun while the franchise flips the script
I gave you light—you sold me lies
Now feel the dusk when the GOAT turns sides
No salvation, no five-finger salute
Just five knuckles down your throat—absolute
Your hope is crushed – my reign is now
You boo, not see me; my reign is now
I’m the franchise, cold and ruthless now
You boo, not see me; my reign is now
Fade out with menacing horn stab and crowd jeers