[Verse]
On the mound, he winds up, got that fastball sting,
Plays trumpet on the side, makes that brass bling.
Curveball smooth, cut sharper than a knife,
Then he’s on the big screen, livin’ double life.
[Chorus]
Triple threat swing, homie does it all,
Strikes 'em out, hits the notes, answerin' the call.
Stage lights flashin', hear that trumpet sing,
Actin’ roles, hittin' goals, doin' kingly things.
[Verse 2]
Glove catch tight, in the pocket like a snare,
Blowin' out the trumpet, got that jazzy flair.
Lines to memorize, scripts on the plane,
Balancin' the fame, steady in his lane.
[Bridge]
It’s not just pitches or the brass in his grip,
He’s on set in the evening, memorizing scripts.
Baseball cleats to the polished dress shoe,
Lights, camera, action, now watch what he do.
[Chorus]
Triple threat swing, homie does it all,
Strikes 'em out, hits the notes, answerin' the call.
Stage lights flashin', hear that trumpet sing,
Actin’ roles, hittin' goals, doin' kingly things.
[Verse 3]
In the dugout, they joke, call him Broadway-bound,
But don’t test the arm—smoke pitches every round.
From Hollywood sets to the ninth-inning jam,
Jack of all trades, yeah, this dude’s the man.