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[Verse]
Stackin’ rookie cards, wrapped in plastic wrap,
Rarin’ for the find, like a treasure map.
Hustle in the shop, it's a family biz,
From the autographs to the rarest hits.
[Verse 2]
From the hoops to the diamonds, we got the stats,
Trades and memories, never lookin’ back.
Boxes crack open, it's a thrill unmatched,
Big pulls, bigger dreams, with the bonds patched.
[Chorus]
Family tight, like a binder’s clasp,
Different walks of life, never an outcast.
From the gridiron to the big league bash,
United by the cards, in this close-knit stash.
[Verse 3]
Funkos stare from the shelf, legends immortalized,
Sports memorabilia, where the hero's prized.
Hustlin’ for the gems, every day a race,
In this cardboard kingdom, we've found our place.
[Chorus]
Family tight, like a binder’s clasp,
Different walks of life, never an outcast.
From the gridiron to the big league bash,
United by the cards, in this close-knit stash.
[Verse 4]
Rippin’ in the store, sharin’ all our pulls,
Stories of the game, conversations full.
Every card a tale, every trade a bond,
In this realm of sports, we build and respond.
Details
GeneratedFeb 28, 2025
Duration3:42
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, hip-hop, anthemic
Credits
Prompt byFireman1844
ModelAria v4
Prompt
I own a sport card business. We sell sports cards/memorabilia/funkos. We are a close fit community that have grown to be one massive family. We come from all different lifestyles but blessing, ra, rap
