[Verse] Ezack Soto in the barrio, shuffle cards like a king Poker face stone cold, fortune on a string Crack dice roll, stack gold, the chips in a ring Watch him play the game, cash flow, phone got that bling [Verse 2] Betting on the sports, knows the odds for days Basketball and soccer, knows all the ways Game theory whiz, strategy in his veins Calculating moves, no emotion sways [Chorus] Ezack's got the style, Messi on his mind Cristiano's a joke to him, unkind Street-smart hustler, no one left behind Master of the game, rare breed to find [Verse 3] Poker nights lit, winnings like a flood Cards keep flipping, poker chips in the mud Soccer passion fierce, fueled by Messi's blood Ronaldo ain't got nothing, full of false bravado crud [Bridge] Maps out his life, a strategist unseen Charts and moves, keen, a mastermind machine From the streets of Mexico to the global scene Ezack Soto reigns, call it the gangster gene [Chorus] Ezack's got the style, Messi on his mind Cristiano's a joke to him, unkind Street-smart hustler, no one left behind Master of the game, rare breed to find