Cemitério - Don Lorenzo (Blue Lock)

It's Ubers versus Bastard, you guys did well
How much is money worth? Only those who don't have it know
So, yo, Michael, tell me, how is it
If you control the game, why is the ball at my feet?
If I crush someone worth 300 million
Does that mean I'm worth more?
Crushing only giants without comparison
I always aim for the Ace
Money buys everything that matters
And anyone who disagrees just doesn't have enough cash
See, Ubers is a horde
There's a Zombie, a Lion, and also a Snake
You know the danger, but you don't know who devours
How do you predict someone who moves crookedly?
So, Michael, admit that Don Lorenzo is badass
I know you're worth 50 million, but you don't play like it
I know Kaiser is trouble, leaving him alone can be brutal
But I didn't think the Emperor would steal the ball
So, Little King? What did you think of the leftovers' taste?

I had nothing and he came asking if I wanted to play ball
He replaced my teeth, put gold in my face
Those who fed on garbage, today, the Elite devours

He reached the defense, stop, Lorenzo is trouble
And those who stood out are to be pitied
You know there's a Zombie on the other side of the field
Lorenzo dribbles, passes and spins, lines up the prey and shoots
I went from trash to luxury and that overnight
See, see how the gold shines on my face
See the cemetery of attackers in my defense
I broke your play, you know who devoured your ego
I know the attackers shine, but my teeth shine more
They say: Don Lorenzo is the Ace Devourer

Ev-every predator chases its prey
Changing the whole game with Berserk formation
Defense on the attack, your thinking is slow
If the King devours the meat, everyone gets satisfied
Changing the way we attack, all strategy is gone now
So, Snuffy, sorry now
'Cause I'm gonna do what the King said
It's funny because, even without standards
We scored a goal–I felt my heart pound
Barou, I love you

Who gave me reason now has reason to play
I owe one to you, so I'm gonna pay
They already know that Ubers is a horde
That follows the King who paves the route to victory
The collective mind heading toward the goal
Stopping you isn't worth my effort for your value
The King isn't the only selfish one Ego created
The field is the funeral of the Bastards we chewed up
And then buried

I had nothing and he came asking if I wanted to play ball
He replaced my teeth, put gold in my face
Those who fed on garbage, today, the Elite devours

He reached the defense, stop, Lorenzo is trouble
And those who stood out are to be pitied
You know there's a Zombie on the other side of the field
Lorenzo dribbles, passes and spins, lines up the prey and shoots
I went from trash to luxury and that overnight
See, see how the gold shines on my face
See the cemetery of attackers in my defense
I broke your play, you know who devoured your Ego
I know the attackers shine, but my teeth shine more
They say: Don Lorenzo is the Ace Devourer