FRANCHISE PLAYER

Verse 1:
God in my veins, trinity tatted right on the
Artery, blood’s gotta drain if you rat out the
Art in me, something insane when I’m back in the
Armory, rapping to train for the tracks that do

Not agree, commonly, kick ideas, soccer
Socrates, move Pangea and my tia when
Talking heat, nerd in this sport but these rappers keep
Jocking me, see us eat tortillas, chill in

Each IKEA, not on cama mia, watch Drake and
Josh in three minutes, I promise, I’ll finish, I
Hopped in the Uber, AirPods mean don’t speak to me
(Unless) a unique beauty, *cough* pleased to meet

*cough* needs window seat, life is a free movie
Pirated, R-rated, narrated and by yours
Truly, cop till I drop’s the “Supreme” duty
Watch out for fakes and for snakes is the key routine

...rage in the limousine
Shawty's delectable, edible, lean cuisine
Visit the 6 'cause Jasmine wants to eat poutine
He who is free in Jesus really free indeed

Team Future, Louverture, Laye, we unruly
Do enter functions, your girl is like “who he?”
Choose a concussion if I missed with UZIs
Human combustion when pen’s on the loose leaf

Music with substance, no losing or nothing, I'm
Proving there's something sans doing this cussing, this
Shit ain't a sin, but there's room for discussion, as
Crutches, y'all do it, dude, I left y'all moving in

Crutches, I'm grimy, I'm dirty, I'm timely, I'm
Nerdy, the franchise, you heard me, my girl's looking
Purty, damn, I'm Kylo Ren going
Kaio Ken throwing hadokens with no (eyes open)

Chorus:
// ...what would I say?
...what would I say?
...you forgot the boy
...remember the name

...what would I say?
...what would I say?
...most valuable player
...saving the game //

Verse 2:
What would I say when I'm cold as Ice Age, ain't
Froze on my stage, rose with mind games
Best to have done it, aye, vest, 'cause I'm
Gunning, aye, rest of them running

...I'm a street
Player~ That's shoutout Chicago
Can't go the places that I go, body wet
Look like a lago, might take her ass to

Morocco, Mario Kart, in first place, it's a race
Still shell in hand like a taco, flex in my
Saco, this is a hard to read robbery
Y'all got the syndrome of Stockholm, come through like

Paco, imminent internet ignorance
Still been the boss like El Chapo
Murcielago, Jessica Jones with the case 'cause I
Still figured out "no te amo"

(Smooth) moves on futons, vacay in Yukon, we
Were like two bombs napalm and neutron
Stars, and that's shoutout Raisi K, produced on
She said she knows me but really don't, the root cause

What's the dude on? Said he moved on
Flow is too Mario in New Donk
Got my suit on, (in the) green like croutons (if I)
Made a new song, the truth's that you wouldn't (know)

Chorus

Verse 3:
Franchise player, build around me the entire game
Promise, I put this music above these fire dames
My last song really struggled just to hit a K
Somehow, I keep making the best that I ever made

Check the card on the art, I'm in mint condition
Never let another lady fuck up David's vision
Ugh, looking back, if I met DAX from the past and he
Told me "what's one question you would ask?"

Chorus