You farm a rock to farm a sword
Then farm a drop that never scores
While I just chill with hats and guns
And every student has buns for days, hun

You press ten buttons for one skill
I one-shot with a tank and chill
You flex Belial, we flex Arona
And I got Sensei Privileges, persona~

No ticket hell, no daily dread
You fight Lucilius? I go to bed
You read light novels, I watch the clip
You farm Astras—I go on a trip

I'm granblue, yeah, I’m feelin’ alright
Grub can keep its skyfarer plight
I got beach skins and rhythm fights
While you’re begging for sparks all night

I’m granblue, yeah, no puzzles, no math
No whale bait raids, no salt in my path
Your ten-year lore can’t match my laughs
Your gacha’s cursed, mine's pure fanservice craft