Pro gamer

Yeah… SlackJack in the shadows, yeah we movin’ low-key, Drums hit silent but they echo like a heartbeat, Black fit, Metallica, I walk in like a storm, Mind full of chaos but the rhythm keeps me warm. Call of Duty lobbies, yeah I drop about thirty, Enemies be talkin’ but their aim lookin’ dirty, Slide cancel, snap quick, tactical flow, You blink one time—yeah, you already gone, bro. Nightmare Motorsport, engine scream redline, Black and red p eyes when I’m passin’ them by. Got that Tiggy in my heart, yeah the legend don’t fade, White paws in the dark, still remember the days, Now I’m buildin’ every bar like I’m buildin’ my name, From Portugal nights to the top of the game. 🎤 Why we still here? Just to suffer, reload— But I turn pain into power every time that I flow, From the silence of the kit to the beat that I drop, I don’t play for the moment—I’m playin’ for the top.