[Verse 1]

Cristiano, yeah, the name’s still big,

But the moves these days? They ain’t that slick.

Stepovers flashy, but they lead nowhere,

You’re chasing the bag while the fans just stare.

From Madrid to Juve, now the Gulf’s your stage,

The game’s still running, but you’re losing your page.

Goals on the board, but the magic feels gone,

The spotlight’s fading; the crowd moves on.

[Chorus]

Ronaldo, the shine’s still there,

But fame’s a trap, and you’re stuck in the glare.

Legacy’s loud, but the fire’s gone,

Even the GOATs can’t shine too long.

[Verse 2]

Free kicks flying, but they miss the mark,

More style than substance; where’s the spark?

You flex the fame, but the pitch tells the truth,

Messi’s stacking trophies while you chase youth.

Portugal’s pride, but the story’s clear,

You’re branding the past while the future’s here.

Al-Nassr chants? Yeah, the crowd might scream,

But it’s dollar signs now, not a football dream.

[Chorus]

Ronaldo, the shine’s still there,

But fame’s a trap, and you’re stuck in the glare.

Legacy’s loud, but the fire’s gone,

Even the GOATs can’t shine too long.

[Bridge]

The trophies are heavy, but the fans want more,

They want the magic, not a marketing score.

Your moves still look good, but they don’t hit the same,

Cristiano, it’s time to evolve in the game.

[Outro]

Ronaldo, the pitch was your throne,

But the echoes fade when you’re out there alone.

The GOAT debate? It’s starting to fade,

Even legends can’t outrun the shade.