Born to Score

Intro

Blue Lock, Blue Lock, hey!

Blue Lock, Blue Lock, ayy! (yuh)

Verse

Step in the cage, iron bars but the mind's free — I'm a predator, predator, predator, see? (see)

One ball, one goal, one life, one destiny — cut lines like razor, cleat crease, Hennessy

Tactician with a trigger, flick wrist, signature, split risk, finish quicker

Left foot like lightning, right hook like fiction, defenders on fiction, conviction's the scripture

I study the angles, the angles study me — calculate curves, curvature of victory

They play for the group but I play for the grin, ego on my collar, grin on my teeth

Isolation's a classroom, pressure is tuition — paying in sweat, vaults of ambition

I'm hungry, I'm surgeon, precise incision, slice the defense, incision incision

Counter like thunder, they wonder where the striker was hiding — I was never missing

I count out the steps like a metronome mob, timing like bombs in a tick-tock job

They shout "pass it!" I nod, then I nod no — I see the gap, I go, I go, I go

Solo or squad, I carry the myth, I pull the rope, I lift, I lift, I lift

Masquerade of teammates, I break the mask — all for the net, all for the blast

I sprint through doubt, outrun the past, leave footprints like lyrics in tidal ash

Coach talks tactics, I compile my own law — instinct, ambition, no last call

The name on my shirt? It's the code I obey — ego, ego, ego, that's the god I praise (ayy)

Pre-chorus

Crowds scream numbers but I hear my own drum (dum)

Cold sweat, hot blood, final whistle come

I shape the moment, I bend the whole frame (frame)

Call me a villain if I burn up the game (burn it)

Chorus

I was born to score, born to roar, born to break the door — I break the door

I was born to score, born to roar, born to break the door — I break the door

I was born to score, born to roar, born to break the door — I break the door

I was born to score, born to roar, born to break the door — I break the door

(shot, shot, shot) (let's go)

Verse

Tactical mind like a chessboard, checkmate in cleats — watch the retreat

I bait with a shoulder, phantom a pivot, then feed the heat, then feed the heat

They crown a captain, I crown a killer instinct, ring bell, ding like a street vendor

My ambition's a furnace, I forge goals into gold like an inventor (skrrt)

I measure the distance between doubt and the net — zero, nil, blank space

I tilt the world with a scissor-flick chip, slow down time, quick lace

Pressure cooker, steam pops, I flip the lid — watch the play, watch the flip

I don't pass for kindness, I pass for the moment — seize it, kiss it, rip it

Opponents memorize my silhouette and still get lost in the crosshair

My shot's a signature, bullet of poetry, rip through the taut air

Fans chant my name like a ritual, hands up, palms raw

I paint with power on grass canvases, nothing left to withdraw

They call it selfish — I call it survival, hungry