Different Class
Now the breakthrough is coming, I can feel the bass hum, This ain't a routine upgrade, look at what I've become. The tech facility shaking, calibration is peak, Deep analysis running every hour of the week. We went from sorting out plastic and toxic dioxin, To a high-roller lounge that the feds can't lock us in. Pour the top-shelf whiskey while the lasers reflect, Through three thousand clear bottles that I chose to select. It’s a monument built from what they threw in the trash, Now it's high-tech security, luxury, and cash. The system is purging, the countdown is live, Albuquerque Tech about to blow up the five-oh-five. Locking the win, throwing the key. Locking the win, throwing the key. Verse 1: The Diamond Gate Parade of the anthem, stadium packed, Give bandstand, man, I'm ready to act. In the reflection of the trophy glass, Major League Baseball, a different class. Stand on the empire, rule from the dirt, Keep up the attire, no stains on the shirt. I'm a bad ass bandita, mask on my face, Stealing the base, running the race. Championship of the trip, secured in the bag, Pop the champagne, waving the flag. Lights on the turf, blinding and bright, We own the diamond, we own the night. Pitchers are shaking, catchers are scared, Nobody out here was truly prepared. Verse 2: The Bandstand Rule Bandstand man, turn the volume right up, Pour the success inside of my cup. Reflecting the struggle, reflecting the pain, Playing the game in the pouring rain. Empire state of mind on the mound, Hear the crowd roar, an incredible sound. Attire is sharp, pinstripes are clean, Coldest bandita that you've ever seen. Took a trip to the top, won the big prize, Look at the victory deep in my eyes. Ninth inning stretch, two outs to go, Fastball is coming, putting on a show. Crack of the bat, it's out of the park, Leaving our mark right into the dark. Verse 3: The Long Road Miles on the road, trip of a lifetime, Spitting these bars, heavy on the rhyme. Anthem is playing, hand on my chest, Proving to critics that we are the best. Bandstand echoes, brass sections flare, Electricity floating all through the air. Major league status, nothing is cheap, Promises made are the promises we keep. Dressed like a boss, uniform tight, Ready to brawl, ready to fight. Bandita energy, wild and free, Locking the win, throwing the key. Verse 4: Reflection Pool Look in the mirror, what do you see? A true champion looking at me. Empire building, block after block, Tick of the timer, ticking the clock. Attire is golden, rings on my hand, Baddest bandita in all of the land. Baseball is life, life is a game, Earning the fortune, earning the fame. The trip was a grind, summer to fall, Stood by my team, conquered it all Verse 4: Reflection Pool Look in the mirror, what do you see? A true champion looking at me. Empire building, block after block, Tick of the timer, ticking the clock. Attire is golden, rings on my hand, Baddest bandita in all of the land. Baseball is life, life is a game, Earning the fortune, earning the fame. The trip was a grind, summer to fall, Stood by my team, conquered it all.
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Now the breakthrough is coming, I can feel the bass hum, This ain't a routine upgrade, look at what I've become. The tech facility shaking, calibration is peak, Deep analysis running every hour of the week. We went from sorting out plastic and toxic dioxin, To a high-roller lounge that the feds can't lock us in. Pour the top-shelf whiskey while the lasers reflect, Through three thousand clear bottles that I chose to select. It’s a monument built from what they threw in the trash, Now it's high-tech security, luxury, and cash. The system is purging, the countdown is live, Albuquerque Tech about to blow up the five-oh-five. Locking the win, throwing the key. Locking the win, throwing the key. Verse 1: The Diamond Gate Parade of the anthem, stadium packed, Give bandstand, man, I'm ready to act. In the reflection of the trophy glass, Major League Baseball, a different class. Stand on the empire, rule from the dirt, Keep up the attire, no stains on the shirt. I'm a bad ass bandita, mask on my face, Stealing the base, running the race. Championship of the trip, secured in the bag, Pop the champagne, waving the flag. Lights on the turf, blinding and bright, We own the diamond, we own the night. Pitchers are shaking, catchers are scared, Nobody out here was truly prepared. Verse 2: The Bandstand Rule Bandstand man, turn the volume right up, Pour the success inside of my cup. Reflecting the struggle, reflecting the pain, Playing the game in the pouring rain. Empire state of mind on the mound, Hear the crowd roar, an incredible sound. Attire is sharp, pinstripes are clean, Coldest bandita that you've ever seen. Took a trip to the top, won the big prize, Look at the victory deep in my eyes. Ninth inning stretch, two outs to go, Fastball is coming, putting on a show. Crack of the bat, it's out of the park, Leaving our mark right into the dark. Verse 3: The Long Road Miles on the road, trip of a lifetime, Spitting these bars, heavy on the rhyme. Anthem is playing, hand on my chest, Proving to critics that we are the best. Bandstand echoes, brass sections flare, Electricity floating all through the air. Major league status, nothing is cheap, Promises made are the promises we keep. Dressed like a boss, uniform tight, Ready to brawl, ready to fight. Bandita energy, wild and free, Locking the win, throwing the key. Verse 4: Reflection Pool Look in the mirror, what do you see? A true champion looking at me. Empire building, block after block, Tick of the timer, ticking the clock. Attire is golden, rings on my hand, Baddest bandita in all of the land. Baseball is life, life is a game, Earning the fortune, earning the fame. The trip was a grind, summer to fall, Stood by my team, conquered it all Verse 4: Reflection Pool Look in the mirror, what do you see? A true champion looking at me. Empire building, block after block, Tick of the timer, ticking the clock. Attire is golden, rings on my hand, Baddest bandita in all of the land. Baseball is life, life is a game, Earning the fortune, earning the fame. The trip was a grind, summer to fall, Stood by my team, conquered it all.
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