(Verse 1)

(Verse 1) I’m suited up, game day, feel the energy rise, Stadium packed, under bright lights, see the fire in my eyes, Quarterback vision, I’m throwing darts like a sniper, In the huddle, we strategize, I’m the ultimate viper. Defense tight, but I’m breaking through the line, Got my crew with me, yeah, we’re ready to shine, Grind from the bottom, now we in the end zone, Touchdowns on my mind, call it my second home. (Verse 2) Hustle like a running back, dodging all the fakes, Life’s a game of inches, gotta watch for the snakes, Streetwise mentality, I’m never going soft, In this NFL life, we take off like a loft. From the block to the field, I’m the one they admire, Got the heart of a lion, can’t extinguish this fire, Every play counts, gotta make it worth the fight, In this hustle and grind, we’re the kings of the night But you can call him gay, holiday, call me Kenny Golliday, jolly day, not much to say, can’t take that fuckin pain away, bitches come to my house lined up in a fuckin array, had a bad day today, no place to stay and we just got out of may, now it’s June, blowin up like a balloon, attitude, jimmy choo, afternoon, motherfuckers ain’t got nothing to lose