Striker

[Chorus: AfroLegacy]
Back on the net, goal!
What do I bet? Soul!
One step ahead, roll!
Run up my cheque, oh!
They wanted a Striker
When the crowd see me, they get hyper
Every fibre in me is a fighter
Back on the net, land shots like a sniper, Striker

[Verse 1: AfroLegacy]
I made this pitch my stage
I move too quick behave
They all proceed with caution
I'll wash 'em, my goal always in range
I make all types of plays
With no mates beside me
Instead they hate, don't need my team
I never wait for the right stream, instead I'm
Better than most
The pressure is getting to them, and I bet they be hitting the post
Wait, better than all
Going feet for feat, they can't keep like me, it's defeat on the ball
I'm here to beat when I brawl
Meeting with me, and they fall
The puzzle piece gonna shovel deep
Can't stomach me, they ain't reaching up to this wall
They on the sidelines talking
Think they're better, just drop it
Just stop it
I'll reach the peak of elite and believe you won't top it
I fight for survival
And honestly, you bold for trying to rival
'Cause on my arrival, they dropping the rifle
The rounds that they shoot, it won't earn them the title
See, there's no revival, you out, and it's over
My skill, it as high as the Eiffel, and all of you posers
You pray on the Bible and needing some closure
This idol's too vital, bro keeping composure
You slower than me, that's a fact
We swapping fits, now you blue and black
All of your hits, I'm sorry, they ass
Out on the bench is where you should crash, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: AfroLegacy]
Back on the net, back on the-back on the-back on the net, yeah
What do I bet? What do I-what do I-what do I bet? Wait
One step ahead, one step-one step-one step ahead, OK, yeah
Run up my cheque, run up my cheque, run up my cheque, ha!

[Chorus: AfroLegacy]
Back on the net, goal!
What do I bet? Soul!
One step ahead, roll!
Run up my cheque, oh!
They wanted a Striker
When the crowd see me, they get hyper
Every fibre in me is a fighter
Back on the net, land shots like a sniper, Striker

[Verse 2: Mir Blackwell]
There's no exaggeration, I just speak straight facts
I tackle every track I'm on like it's a relay rap
I run the track and lap a nigga just to preach their wack
These niggas really switch their teams just to increase their stats
These niggas wish they could compare to my skill and talent, this shit is still imbalanced
I mean you'd be lucky if I looked at you like you still a challenge
You coming for a peak, then understand I'm the realest mountain
And there ain't no trail around it
I got coaches up late, and they deep inside of their playbooks
In my position eyes Isagi vision - it's a great look
Can't no vet come step to me, I'll check your king before I play rooks
Not a flex, a chef, a king, you step to me, and you gon' stay cooked
It's hard to name drop when you just better than all
The type of ego that you get when niggas let us go ball
The way you playing, you can bet I'm appalled
Yeah, he got a big head, the bigger he is, the better the fall, bitch

[Pre-Chorus: AfroLegacy]
Back on the net, back on the-back on the-back on the net, yeah
What do I bet? What do I-what do I-what do I bet? Wait
One step ahead, one step-one step-one step ahead, OK, yeah
Run up my cheque, run up my cheque, run up my cheque, ha!

[Chorus: AfroLegacy]
Back on the net, goal!
What do I bet? Soul!
One step ahead, roll!
Run up my cheque, oh!
They wanted a Striker
When the crowd see me, they get hyper
Every fibre in me is a fighter
Back on the net, land shots like a sniper, Striker