[Intro]
[?] Beats, on the beat

[Verse 1: Quadeca (as Iniesta)]
Iniesta with the man of the match, sit back and relax for my plan of attack
I'm the best in Spain, got my land on my back, scored a World Cup winner while you stand in the cracks
Your name's Kaká, know what that means in Spanish? Shit, that's what you are, ain't no need to panic
Always been on the top of the mids and in Team of the Year for the last five seasons standing
Opposition fear how I pass, I'm the best midfielder, it is clear from my stats
My 92 card is from this week's euros, your card's from a couple years in the past
Led Barcelona and Spain to victory, Orlando City? Really? Are you kidding me?
Every game I play goes down in history
I'm chilling in the hall of fame, you'll never get to visit me
Uh

[Verse 2: Quadeca (as Kaká)]
My name is Kaká, I'm about to score (Ayy!)
Tell me, who's the one with the Ballon d'Or? (Ah!)
I don't even know what we're battling for
That was just a taste, time to have some more
I'm a legend, even EA said it, you were 82 when I was 87
If we take it back, well, I was perfection, I won all awards and I was never second
Been in three T.O.T.Y.s, it ain't that special, you're soft like feathers, and I'm hard like metal
I've scored over two times more than you, you just pass it and pass it, we're bored of you
Uh
[Verse 3: Quadeca (as Iniesta)]
On the UEFA Ultimate Team of the Year, you were a substitute
I was in the starting eleven, but you think that I should look up to you? Nah
I can't look up to people who below me, you can't come up to my surface
You are so weak, I got more trophies, and I assist more than customer service
I came up with a purpose: to win euros and cups, and I earned it
Congrats on your Copa América- how 'bout you win a World Cup while you're working?
I stay merking, you ain't got the passion that I do, that I use to win shit
You ain't got the skill, you playing on Brazil, but somehow you remaining winless

[Verse 4: Quadeca (as Kaká)]
I ain't winless- look at this long list of awards that I win, bitch
Including some for being Best Player of the Year, but that's none of my business
I guess you got second and third, oh, boohoo, guess you'll never be the best in the world
You got 99 vision, but you can't seem to see that you're getting absurd
I can see that you're getting concerned, Pépé scored more than you in the season
Your goal count seems to go with your hairline- uh, it's receding
Decreasing, I see you retreating, twenty-five mill' followers, retweeting
After this battle, you gon' be like Hillary Clinton's emails- deleted
So next time you rap at me, just know that this is reality
So even though you be getting assists with Messi, just know that you never will be passing me
Actually, don't come up to Kaká, please, don't you know I'm the shit? I'm the Kaká, G
I have to be the best, don't come after me, I'll be chilling happily ever after, see?

[Outro: Quadeca (as Kaká)]
That's it, ah!