I cooked (at le4st I th1nk)
Yo, step on the pitch, it's a battle, no remorse, In the game of life, I’m the striker, no divorce. Lace
up the cleats, yeah, it's time to enforce, Goals like bullets, straight to the source. From the block to
the eld, I’m the king of the court, Dribbling through the struggle, it's my favorite sport. Hustle in my
veins, got that warrior's report, In the streets or on grass, I make the crowd contort. Ref blow the
whistle, but I ain't hearing the sound, I'm the MVP, ruling this underground. Defense can't hold me,
I'm breaking the bound, Net shake like earthquakes, when my shots come around. Gangsta on the
eld, with a soccer ball dream, Playing hard, living fast, cash rules the scheme. From the hood to
the stadium, we reign supreme, In this beautiful game, I'm the lyrical team.