[Verse] Yo boy, step up, Dad's got the mic in his grip, Controller’s hot but your game is all slip. Hiney grab touchdowns, I’m spiking the air, You fumbling plays while I'm outscoring flair. [Chorus] "Let’s go Larry!" got the crowd on repeat, You tryna run, but your plays taste defeat. Major beat drops, your dreams getting sacked, Bootin' your ego, no skills in the pack. [Verse 2] Call me Madden's GOAT, you're fifth on the chart, Trash talk weak, it's amateur art. Post-game snacks? That’s all you winning, The scoreboard cries, "Dad stay grinning!" [Bridge] Thought you could roast? Sit down, son, relax, I write bars cleaner than your post-game snacks. Sweaty palms on sticks, your loss guaranteed, You play Madden, I strategize and lead. [Chorus] "Let’s go Larry!" got the crowd on repeat, You tryna run, but your plays taste defeat. Major beat drops, your dreams getting sacked, Bootin' your ego, no skills in the pack. [Verse 3] Huddle up, son, this lesson ain't done, Your plays toddler-level, mine weigh a ton. Separate the joystick, the skillset divine, Father-son hierarchy—know your line.
