O'Shai Friday Night Fight

Lyrics

[Intro beat drops, heavy bass]

Austin kicked it off back in ’16,
Election year drama, we were all on the scene,
Bitching and moaning, caught up in the fray,
But now in 2024, we’ve found a new way.

Jordan took the first, living that dream,
Last year he came back, made his team supreme,
Austin grabbed the crown in ‘17, no doubt,
Now he’s been laying low, watching us shout.

We talk our trash, we still play the game,
But we’ve moved past the noise, we’re not the same,
In O’Shai Fantasy, we keep it tight,
Still talk our smack, but we do it right.

[Verse 1 with a tight flow]

Trent’s been stuck in the middle, can’t claim the crown,
Always mid, man, he’s dragging 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 hold it down,
If you ain’t ready, better not come around.

[Verse 2 with a playful vibe]

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

Reece’s team’s a storm, stirring up a fuss,
Loves the weather, but winning’s a must,
Jordan’s flying high, on that Eagle’s wing,
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 hold it down,
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 hold it down,
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.