From the Bleacher to the Field

[Intro]
Ooh yeah, what's happening, ZZ?

[Chorus: Caskey]
From the bleachers to the fields
To the Heisman Trophy, I know how it feels
Scorin' me a touchdown, touchin' on the mills
Moved back to the O 'cause I ain't with the Hollywood Hills
Buildin' me a compound
Back when I was tryna ball, people told me, "Put the ball down"
Now they lookin' star-struck when you pull up with that car
With the stars in the ceilin' and you came out of a small town
This for every kid in Winter Springs
Who knew that they was destined for bigger things

[Verse 1: Caskey]
'bout to get me an assistant 'cause I'ma need a bigger team
Playin' with my paper put your head in a guillotine
Shot caller, made it to the top 'cause they payin' top dollar
When you this lit, give a bad bitch a heart attack
If she ever cheat, it'll be a cold day in Hell 'fore I ever call her back
A rapper, a painter, entrepreneur, yeah, I'm all of that
"You the best out," when I pull up, they gon' holler that
Man, I swear that I could make Gwen Stefani holler back
Growin' up, barely had shit
Walk into the 7-Eleven, ain't had money for a slurpee
Why I started sellin' weed and the perkies
Sew it up at the hotel, doin' burpees
Ferrari horsepower got me doin' one-thirty
Get the worm 'cause I'm wakin' up early
How you got a top five you never even heard me?
The car clean, but my enemies, I gotta do 'em dirty

[Chorus: Caskey]
From the bleachers to the fields
To the Heisman Trophy, I know how it feels
Scorin' me a touchdown, touchin' on the mills
Moved back to the O 'cause I ain't with the Hollywood Hills
Buildin' me a compound
Back when I was tryna ball, people told me, "Put the ball down"
Now they lookin' star-struck when you pull up with that car
With the stars in the ceilin' and you came out of a small town
This for every kid in Winter Springs
Who knew that they was destined for bigger things

[Verse 2: Caskey]
Big ass and she say it's all natural
I found out that she more like Liver King
Y'all beliefs limiting, mine are untapped
Throw a stack of money, I ain't askin' for the ones back
O-town on the jersey, homie, 'cause I run that
Used to go and flood the east side with a hunnid pack, yeah
I'm tryna upgrade the properties and real estate
Touch another M again, make 'em really hate
Tried to give 'em game, but I made the gilly face
Y'all should go and move to LA where you fit in 'cause they really fake
Probably don't got what it really takes
So you say that it's impossible and settle where you at
'fore I ever turn into that
I'ma go around the world, represent and put my city on the map

[Interlude: Caskey]
"Ah dude, tattoos don't even hurt, dude, you're just bein' a bitch—"
Bruh, shut up! Shut up!
Look at what I got, you don't got nothin' in this area, shut up

[Outro: Isaiah Falls]
I can't relate to you anymore
I can't relate to you anymore
I hope you find another way
I hope you find another way
I hope you find another way, 'nother way
Without me, without me