[Intro] Sun is coming up, but we don’t care The room is dark but the screens are bright We’ve been in this lobby since yesterday night Sun up, sun down, we don't ever sleep. Four-man squad and the valleys run deep. [Verse 1] Clock hits 6 AM, coffee in the cup, Sun's coming up but we ain't giving up. Where is the squad? Yo, look at the screen, Lost is out front but he cannot be seen. He's wandering off, directions are bad, But he blunders into wins that make the enemy mad. Yeah, he's totally Lost, no clue where to go, Still drops a grenade and wipes out the whole row. [Verse 2] Now the afternoon hits, the pressure is high, We need a new strategy, time to get sly. Enter the Weed Man, blunt and direct, With the slow-mo style that demands your respect. He's calm in the clutch, never in a rush, Hiding in the grass like a sniper in the bush. He passes the joint, he's passing the vibe, Keeping it chill for the rest of the tribe. The enemy’s staring like, “What did we just see?” Weed Man just laughs, “Bro, it’s easy.” [Chorus] Sun up to sun rise, day into night, Four different styles but we fit just right. Hard wins only on this battlefield floor, Queue up the match, we are looking for more. Sun up to sun rise, never hit pause, We do it for the squad and the gaming applause. [Verse 3] Sun starts setting, the shadows get long, Naaaxa steps up and he's bringing the strong. The ultimate bro, the shield and the muscle, Teaches the lobby the meaning of hustle. He's rushing the point, he's drawing the fire, While the enemy team is starting to tire. Pure mechanical skill, the anchor we need, Turning a struggle straight into a lead. Running face-first where the heavy augers go. No fear in his heart, just buttons to smash, When the lobby gets sweaty, he handles the crash. He holds down the flank while the enemies panic, Fixing our plays like a warzone mechanic. Then enter G Buds, the dude is a beast, Feeding on noobs like a holiday feast. Sniper locked in with precision and style, Clearing the map while he’s laughing a while. One shot, two shot—another one gone, By the time they respawn, G Buds has moved on. While the enemy’s crying like a little lost child. Red Bull in our systems, monitors bright, Sleep is for losers, we own the whole night! Lost brings the chaos, Weed Man brings the grace, Naxa brings the madness, G Buds clears the place. We fuse it together, the wild and the neat, The ultimate squad that you cannot defeat. Four legends online, yeah, the lobby’s complete Queue up the next match… Time to get swept off your feet.
