Matt hop on FC Clubs

You: "Yo Julian, he pick up?" Julian: "Nah, bro. He sent a text: 'Ma later, grinding Champs.'" You: "Unbelievable. Let's just run it." (Beat drops with drums) Hook (Both of you together - Sing-Rap Style) "Me and Julian in the lobby waiting on the third (Julian: fuck mathew) Hit up Matthew phone, 'maybe later' what we heard (Thomas: really) Best friends since day one, but he switched the team (Julian: fake) Left us on the pitch while he chasing gold screens." (thomas: u arent getting it) Verse 1: Your Verse (The Best Friend Perspective) "That's my best friend, but he acting out of pocket, We just need a center mid, but he locked inside his closet. Staring at the menus, throwing money in the game, Opening up Gold Packs, hunting for a rare frame. (Short 1-second breather / ad-lib: "Where he at?!") Said his Wi-Fi laggy, said he gotta take a nap, But I see him playing Rivals, bro is lying on the app. Left us in the lobby while he building up his team, Sitting on a loss streak, staring at the screen. (Short 1-second breather / ad-lib: "Come on, Matt!") Me and Julian running passing plays, heading for the goal, Matthew sitting in the menus, trading for a card role. Hit him with a invite, sent it to his face, Hit us with "maybe later," ducking out the place. (Short 1-second breather / ad-lib: "Unbelievable.") Now we down in Division 1, carrying the squad, Matthew on Ultimate Team, praying to the pack god!." Verse 2: Julian’s Verse (The Younger Brother Call-Out) He living in my house, right down the hall... I can hear him through the wall, raging at the ball. Throwing his controller, punching up his seat, Getting mad at Weekend League, taking a defeat. (2-second pause / ad-lib: "Fix your vibe, bro...") We could’ve had a clean sheet, running side by side, But he chasing Squad Battles, nowhere left to hide. Opening up packs just to get a duplicate, Me and [Your Name] on Clubs, keeping it legitimate. (2-second pause / ad-lib: "Pick up the phone, Matt...") He telling us "maybe later," sitting in his room, Staring at the transfer market, trapped inside the gloom. So we running two-man, carrying the pitch, While Matthew sitting alone, crying over EA's glitch. Verse 3: The Back-and-Forth (Trading Lines) You: "Julian drop the pass, yeah I’m running down the wing!" (julian GO GO GO!) Julian: "Matthew in the lobby? Nah, he ain't doing a thing!" (thomas of course he aint. 2) You: "Told us 'maybe later,' but 'later' never came." (julian: yo its been a minute. 2 sec pause) Julian: "Chasing icon cards, man my brother acting dumb." (thomas: hella dumb. 2 sec pause) Both: "So we running two-man, taking all the wins While Matthew playing by himself, staring at a screen!"a Outro (Drums fade out, back to guitar loop) Julian: "Yo Matt, seriously though, hop on." You: "Yeah man, stop opening Gold Packs... u aint gonna get shit." Julian: "hot damn nig u thought shit."