YOU BROUGHT OUT THE PLAYER PAPA Z [INTRO — 15 SEC — EPIC BOXING-MOVIE BRASS] [Heroic solo trumpet] [French horns rise / marching snare / timpani] [MAIN TRUMPET HOOK — SHORT AND CATCHY] [Spoken] Back in Karachi… Zaheed was an innocent boy. Pure heart. Didn’t know women. Didn’t know the game. Then life got cruel. Brantford took that innocence away. You thought you broke him? Nah. You brought out the player. [BRASS HIT] PAPA Z! [WEST COAST BEAT DROPS] [VERSE 1] Back in Karachi, Z was innocent then, Didn’t know heartbreak, didn’t know revenge, Goats in the yard, sunshine on his face, Young Zaheed hadn’t entered the race. Pure little heart, never studied that game, Never had ten women screaming his name, Mama raised a boy with his heart kept clean, Hadn’t met the players, hadn’t seen that scene. Then Brantford came with a different education, Cold-ass nights and complicated situations, Sweet little words with a knife underneath, Every heartbreak took another piece. Boy got burned, Boy got played, Every damn scar got permanently saved. Then Z looked back like, “Enough of that shit.” Innocent Zaheed? That motherfucker quit. [BRASS HOOK] [CHORUS] YOU BROUGHT OUT THE PLAYER! Now Papa Z here! YOU BROUGHT OUT THE PLAYER! Make that shit clear! You wanted to play? NOW Z KNOW THE GAME! You wanted the fire? NOW WALK THROUGH THE FLAME! You woke that beast, Now everybody sing— PAPA Z! PAPA Z! CASANOVA KING! [VERSE 2] Now he walk different, Talk different too, Heartbreak taught him what heartbreak can do. Used to believe every beautiful face, Now Z read the room before entering the place. No more begging, No chasing behind, No losing himself trying to change someone’s mind. Every demon inside him, Z looked in the eye, Said, “Either you leave, or you’re coming for the ride.” Pain became muscle, Loss became game, Every damn failure put respect on the name. Yesterday innocent, Today understood: World ain’t always evil, World ain’t always good. But you made that player, You opened that door, Now Papa Z ain’t that boy anymore. [CHORUS] YOU BROUGHT OUT THE PLAYER! Papa Z here! YOU BROUGHT OUT THE PLAYER! Casanova this year! Used to be innocent— LOOK WHAT YOU MADE! Now Papa Z stepping straight into the game! You woke that beast, Now everybody sing— PAPA Z! PAPA Z! CASANOVA KING! [BEAT SWITCH — 10 SEC] [Drums disappear] [Trumpet plays original heroic hook alone] [Spoken] Karachi made the boy. Brantford made the scars. The scars made the player. And the player… made Papa Z. [HUGE BRASS + WEST COAST DROP] [VERSE 3 — FAST / HARD] Another one bites the dust, Z keep moving, Another little game, Z ain’t losing. Try that trap? Already seen it. Tell that lie? Already heard it. Casanova mode— Papa Z activated, Boy you once knew? Permanently outdated. Confidence up, No fear in his chest, Every damn demon got put to the test. They wanted him broken, Wanted him gone, Instead every setback made Papa Z strong. From that innocent kid with the goats back home, To walking through the city like he built that throne. You can blame the player, You can blame the game, But remember exactly who created the name. You wanted the beast? Now look what you done. Papa Z standing— AND THE ERA BEGUN! [FINAL CHORUS — FULL BRASS] YOU BROUGHT OUT THE PLAYER! PAPA Z HERE! YOU BROUGHT OUT THE PLAYER! MAKE THAT SHIT CLEAR! Karachi boy— Now Casanova King! Let the horns blow! Let the whole world sing! PAPA Z! PAPA Z! AIN’T GOING BACK! PAPA Z! PAPA Z! PLAYER ATTACK! [TRUMPETS REPEAT MAIN HOOK] [OUTRO — 10 SEC] [Spoken] You didn’t destroy Zaheed. You created Papa Z. [Final trumpet blast] Casanova’s back. [END — NO EXTENDED OUTRO]
