Lyrics

[Verse]
Seven rings on his fingers, gleamin' like a king,
Pats to Bucs, he be doin' his thing,
Pocket presence, never fear the blitz,
Got the defense shook, throwin' perfect fits.

[Verse 2]
G.O.A.T. talk, man, it's all in the stats,
Rival QBs shakin' in their hats,
Precision aim, hit the mark from afar,
Takin' down giants, he a shootin' star.

[Chorus]
Tom Brady, the legend in the flesh,
Every game, deliverin' finesse,
From the huddle to the final dime,
He control the clock, he own the time.

[Verse 3]
Deflated myths can't deflate the truth,
From the rookie days to the fountain of youth,
Playbook scholar, readin' it with ease,
Turnin' broken plays into victories.

[Bridge]
Clutch moments, never break a sweat,
Down by a score? That's a Brady bet,
Hail Mary passes, touch down the sky,
He got the fans screamin', oh my, oh my.

[Chorus]
Tom Brady, the legend in the flesh,
Every game, deliverin' finesse,
From the huddle to the final dime,
He control the clock, he own the time.