O'Shai League Showdown

Lyrics

[Intro beat drops, heavy bass]

Welcome to O’Shai Fantasy League, where the stakes are high,
Austin kicked it off back in 2016,
Jordan won that first year, living the dream,
Then last year, he came back and did it again.

Austin took the crown in ‘17, no doubt,
But since then, he’s been chilling, watching us shout,
We talk our trash, we play with pride,
But in O’Shai Fantasy League, we’re all side by side.

[Verse 1 with a tight flow]

Trent’s stuck in the middle, can’t reach the crown,
Always mid, man, he’s holding us down,
Edie’s got rings, but he hit the floor,
Last place had him joking, now he’s back for more.

[Chorus with a strong hook]

In O’Shai Fantasy League, we’re here to fight,
Talking that smack, under Friday night lights,
When the pressure’s on, we stand our ground,
If you ain’t ready, better not come around.

[Verse 2 with a playful vibe]

Mitch is hustling, lemonade stand in DC,
But his fantasy game ain’t what it used to be,
Shawn loves the Pack, but just like his crew,
They get close to the gold, but it don’t come through.

Reece’s team is a storm, causing a fuss,
Loves the weather, but winning’s a must,
Jordan’s flying high, on that Eagle’s wing,
He’s got that ring, now he’s living like a king.

[Chorus with extra punch, bass thumping]

In O’Shai Fantasy League, we’re here to fight,
Talking that smack, under Friday night lights,
When the pressure’s on, we stand our ground,
If you ain’t ready, better not come around.

[Bridge with a smooth beat switch]

Griff’s been ghost since ‘18’s fame,
But we remember the year he upped his game,
Pat’s the rookie, coming in hot,
Aiming to prove he’s got more than just talk.

TJ’s got stocks, hoping they’ll rise,
But his fantasy team needs that prize,
Austin’s the GOAT, our commish for life,
We might argue politics, but football’s our life.

[Chorus final with full energy, crowd chanting]

In O’Shai Fantasy League, we’re here to fight,
Talking that smack, under Friday night lights,
When the pressure’s on, we stand our ground,
If you ain’t ready, better not come around.

[Outro with a smooth fade-out, beat lingering]

O’Shai’s the league where legends are born,
We fight for the top, laugh at the scorn,
Austin’s our commish, and we’re all in the game,
United in football, chasing glory and fame.