Caskey, Isaiah Falls - From the Bleacher to the Field lyrics

Ooh yeah, what's happening, ZZ?

From the bleachers to the fields
To the Heisman Trophy, I know how it feels
Scorin' me a touchdown, touchin' on the mills
Moved back to the O 'cause I
Ain't with the Hollywood Hills
Buildin' me a compound
Back when I was tryna ball, people told me
"Put the ball down"
Now they lookin' star-struck when you
Pull up with that car
With the stars in the ceilin' and you
Came out of a small town
This for every kid in Winter Springs
Who knew that they was
Destined for bigger things

'bout to get me an assistant 'cause
I'ma need a bigger team
Playin' with my paper put your
Head in a guillotine shot caller
Made it to the top 'cause
They payin' top dollar when you this lit
Give a bad bitch a heart attack
If she ever cheat
It'll be a cold day in Hell
'fore I ever call her back
A rapper, a painter, entrepreneur, yeah
I'm all of that
"You the best out, " when I pull up
They gon' holler that
Man, I swear that I could
Make Gwen Stefani holler back
Growin' up, barely had shit
Walk into the 7-Eleven
Ain't had money for a slurpee
Why I started sellin' weed and the perkies
Sew it up at the hotel, doin' burpees
Ferrari horsepower got me doin' one-thirty
Get the worm 'cause I'm wakin' up early
How you got a top five
You never even heard me?
The car clean, but my enemies
I gotta do 'em dirty

From the bleachers to the fields
To the Heisman Trophy, I know how it feels
Scorin' me a touchdown, touchin' on the mills
Moved back to the O 'cause I
Ain't with the Hollywood Hills
Buildin' me a compound
Back when I was tryna ball, people told me
"Put the ball down"
Now they lookin' star-struck when you
Pull up with that car
With the stars in the ceilin' and you
Came out of a small town
This for every kid in Winter Springs
Who knew that they was
Destined for bigger things

Big ass and she say it's all natural
I found out that she more like Liver King
Y'all beliefs limiting, mine are untapped
Throw a stack of money
I ain't askin' for the ones back
O-town on the jersey, homie
'cause I run that
Used to go and flood the east
Side with a hunnid pack, yeah
I'm tryna upgrade the properties
And real estate
Touch another M again, make 'em really hate
Tried to give 'em game
But I made the gilly face
Y'all should go and move to LA where
You fit in 'cause they really fake
Probably don't got what it really takes
So you say that it's impossible
And settle where you at
'fore I ever turn into that
I'ma go around the world
Represent and put my city on the map

"Ah dude, tattoos don't even hurt, dude
You're just bein' a bitch "
Bruh, shut up! Shut up!
Look at what I got, you don't
Got nothin' in this area, shut up

I can't relate to you anymore
I can't relate to you anymore
I hope you find another way
I hope you find another way
I hope you find another way, 'nother way
Without me, without me