Lyrics

this ain’t no golf game interview This a hit, straight fire, for the dude wearin’ green and blue Yeah, I’m talkin’ Scheffler, Scotty hot, makin' Rory look spotty He choked up on the back nine, that’s why my squad call him Dopey He out here lookin’ lost, swingin’ wild, countin’ the cost While Scotty sinkin’ putts, smooth like butter, ain’t no time to get crossed Rory used to be the king, now he just a forgotten thing Scheffler comin’ for the throne, hear that victory bell ring! He crumbled under pressure, a straight up, certified jester Talkin' ‘bout his mental game, I guess that’s why he couldn’t best her (Snaps fingers) He soft, like cotton, Scheffler’s granite, never forgotten McIlroy need to take a seat, his reign is straight rotten Yeah, he talkin’ big game, but his skills are straight lame Scotty’s on another level, burnin’ Rory’s name in flames! I ain't playin' no games, this is straight facts, no shame Scheffler’s the future, Rory’s washed, it’s all the same!