[Intro: Angelic harp glissando and atmospheric cello with slow trap hats] W-G-PAPA-Z! Sector 2-5-3. It's 3 AM in the lobby. Got the harp strings playing while we sip the Fiji. Let's bounce. [Beat Drop: Heavy 808s and bouncy trap rhythm kick in with the harp and cello] [Chorus: Melodic, effortless sing-rap] 3 AM in the ranked queue, I make it look so easy! Late night on the B-site and it's making 'em so queasy! Sweating for the Elo but they really cannot see me! W-G-PAPA-Z, man I'm sipping on the Fiji! They thought they had the plant down, staying out of sight! Wizard of the North, yeah I catch 'em in the night! [Verse 1: Breezy Autotune Flow] Lobby full of try-hards, drinking on the energy I'm just holding angles and I'm wiping out the enemy He droning out the hallway, trying to find my location I'm laid back in the chair, going on a vacation Dropping C4 from the ceiling, playing vertical Got these late-night randoms spinning like a merry-go No slivered onions on my midnight snack We sweeping up the rounds and we ain't ever looking back! [Instrumental Drop: Clean airy 808s, angelic harp arpeggios, and classical cello ride the beat] [Chorus: Melodic, effortless sing-rap] 3 AM in the ranked queue, I make it look so easy! Late night on the B-site and it's making 'em so queasy! Sweating for the Elo but they really cannot see me! W-G-PAPA-Z, man I'm sipping on the Fiji! They thought they had the plant down, staying out of sight! Wizard of the North, yeah I catch 'em in the night! [Verse 2: Faster, bouncy delivery] Mama B in the party, yeah we holding down the flank Taking all the points and depositing in the bank I ain't gotta use a mic, I ain't gotta make a call I just shoot 'em through the floor, I just shoot 'em through the wall They typing in the chat, saying that I got a hack But it's just the Sector firewall, taking it to the max They pulling all-nighters just to drop a zero bomb While I'm chilling in the cut and I'm staying real calm! [Outro: Angelic harp and atmospheric cello fading out over the beat] Sector 2-5-3. Go to sleep, bro. It's past your curfew. No slivered onions in the morning. GG boys. [End]
