[Verse 1 : Francis]
They talkin’ ‘bout practice, they talkin’ ‘bout practice
This is our living room: home court advantage
I’m picking a path, i’m taking my chances
Making a pact, cuz you know that imma stray from the map
My pack has the answers
Y'all are my anchors, got an idea for art? how bout we craft it?
What does it mean to be happy?
What is a dream without action?
A flip with a script, and i’m asking: can i really live without acting?
Cuz i cannot spit without dancing
Now you know a Francis: he’s got a fam that’s massive, a talented band
A man with some passion, like dad, he’s a little bit handsome
They’re bumpin’ my drafts, i try to keep channelin’ Zac
Put wings on your back, and things in your bag, and sing you some magic
MC with the hammer: can’t touch it, the mic gonna smash ya
It’s too hot (what you mean?) i’m seein’ em tagging my handle
I understand where i’m standing, i couldn’t stand ‘em, raising the standard
Hello it's Francis, your biggest fan; here, dope, i'll give you a pamphlet

[Verse 2 : Francis]
The world’s my sandbox
I’ll never build my castle on sandlots
Can’t build kingdoms just by saying lots, i’m praying God
So maybe i should never stop handing out samples
Pardon my ramble, i get off-track on tracks
Don’t lemme distress by a damsel
Life full of chapters, we are the authors
Music is water and air
I breathe it in often
Let us pick up on our calling
You and me really have so much to offer
We got this
[Call & Response]
Who got this? (We do)
You need to know i see you
Because i hope you be you
Because we need you

[Verse 3 : Francis]
Why they all sound salty, while we sound so seasoned
The reason’s so sound, imma hit the ground dreaming
Moms i’m getting features, pops we’re getting featured
The student used to be stupid, now that dude’s teaching teachers
Y’all need some more bleachers, i’m Oprah with the t-shirts
The vision's so clear, like eyeliner’s on fleek
And valedictorian speeching, it's everyone’s achievement
I think it’s in my genes, better watch for my nieces
Believe it, i won’t be an ex-rapper, it’s Professor Francis X
And the X-Men, a team of x-factors
But ain’t nobody knew us, now at the least the crew does
They’ll say the boy blew up, nah Simba just grew up
Free wheelin’ show stealers, tell me people mo’ realer
Know this, it’s mo’ lit than neighbourhood dope dealers
Go kill it
Rest
Then get to prepping for that next show
Ready your set
We’ve been here since the get go
Let’s go
Lions