[Intro]

[Verse 1: Modenine]

I break bones, rough tackling, hella hard

You bet I'm playing with a full deck of yellow card

You better guard your eighteen yard box

Cos I'm an ox

And I rocks on the pitch, spit he throws up

Tight defenses crumble when the mode rolls up

The game is in my palms like I'm 10 goals up

Anytime I write a boom track, my pen blow up

Before the show up

Eh

I'm MVP

If you envy me

You get more than the finger

Cos I corner phoneys and cross 'em better than skillful wingers

I go way back like Walter Zenga

Me to you is Alex Ferguson to Arsene Wenger

I've got more shine than Collina's bald head

Quick on the draws, with both cards yellow and red

You dread the way I take it to the next level

Dress up cos I'll be right back like Gary Neville

[Verse 2: Modenine]

Even if you threw your legs up and hit the referees assistant with your right foot you wouldn't kick a lines man

A Modenine track with no punchlines man

That's a Rummenigge like Karl-Heinz man

You like a blind man

You can't see me

I put you on defensive like Paolo Maldini

Been nice way before Michel Platini

I close mark the mic feedback they screaming free me

Score and tear the net remember Rashidi Yekini

They wanna be me cos I gat more game than safari

Why don't rappers use their head like Victor Agali

No food for thought y'all straight out starving

I'ma head like Skuhravý

Badder than a villan

My cold flow bring more AC to Milan

Play me on my turf and find out who's top villain

You gonna lose here like Zinedine Zidane

[Verse 3: Modenine]

You ain't got game that's why you on free loan

Look dog you ain't even catching a bone

You're injury prone

I'm nice between the post with my claws

Making death defying moves to make the crowd roar

When I'm my brothers keeper your team never scores

If they ever do own goal Escobars law

You ain't ready to ball or play the role of Pele like Abedi

Hold the mic steady

Follow my lead

I'm too dark so a fair play trophy I don't need

Most of y'all don't get booked cos y'all don't read

Wannabees, tugging my sleeve, bug me not

I raise the bar so I can score with a rugby shot

It's the replay you won't see the ball passing you

I pack a hotter shot than [?] in my Arsenal

Your albums doing well so on the mic you couldn't be sick

I'm off the ball like a deflected free kick