Lyrics
[Intro]
Numbers on the napkin
Coffee in the styrofoam (uh)
Schedule on the screen
Feel it in my collarbone
[Verse 1]
Check the board, I don’t chase, I curate
Overnights circled, line moves, I’m awake
Open at three, now three‑and‑a‑half
Somebody hit limits, I’m reading the math
I don’t pray, I project
Power ratings in the text
Home field tweak, travel spot, altitude
Rookie on a back‑to‑back, bad attitude
Let the squares fall in love with the logo
I’m in the splits, yards per play, that’s the mojo
Injury report got a hamstring “questionable”
I price him out, make it less impressionable
Situational edge, yeah, I live in that
West coast flight to an early kick, fade that
Weather app open like another tab
Crosswinds swirling? That’s a gift‑wrapped stab
[Chorus]
I handicap life like I handicap games
Edge on the spread, I don’t bet on names
Process over hype, I don’t need your praise
Win, lose, learn, then I raise my stakes
I handicap doubt, turn fear to plays
Tiny little edges stacked day by day
This ain’t a hot pick, this a decade fade
Respect that grind, that’s a handicapped brain
[Verse 2]
Clips from the coach, pressers on mute
Read body language, not the suit
Travel miles mapped like a trucking route
Short week, long flight, that’s fade material, no doubt
I chart pace, tempo, scheme and style
Who wants smoke in the final five?
Who folds late when the legs feel lead?
Who runs clock when they’re up two scores instead?
Prop sheet heavy like a textbook
I see a misprice, that’s a best look
Targets, touches, snap count creeping
Rookie on the rise, market still sleeping
“Lock of the year”? Man, that’s tourist talk
I’m grinding half points like I clip coupons
Bankroll sacred, units all measured
I’d rather miss action than miss my ledger
[Chorus]
I handicap life like I handicap games
Edge on the spread, I don’t bet on names
Process over hype, I don’t need your praise
Win, lose, learn, then I raise my stakes
I handicap doubt, turn fear to plays
Tiny little edges stacked day by day
This ain’t a hot pick, this a decade fade
Respect that grind, that’s a handicapped brain
[Bridge]
Steam hit the screen? I don’t panic, I track it
Was it sharp, was it chase, was it somebody acting?
Every move got a motive in the market I’m in
If the number ain’t value, I ain’t forcing a win
[Chorus]
I handicap life like I handicap games
Edge on the spread, I don’t bet on names
Process over hype, I don’t need your praise
Win, lose, learn, then I raise my stakes
I handicap doubt, turn fear to plays
Tiny little edges stacked day by day
This ain’t a hot pick, this a decade fade
Respect that grind, that’s a handicapped brain
Style
rapboom-bap drum swing with thick sub bass and chopped jazz piano loop; male vocals spitting double-time pockets and intricate rhyme schemes. hook lifts with layered call-and-response chantssubtle crowd ad-libsand filtered drum drops before verses slam back in tight and focused.lyrical
Prompt
I’m a sports handicapper make a rap song very lyrical about handicapping sports and its process, rap
Credits
Prompt byCrystalTune97
GeneratedFeb 18, 2026
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