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Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah
All that cash
For that?
Aight, listen
[Verse 1]
You got ten boots in the locker
Ten mil sittin' on the bench
Selfies by the supercar
First touch still jumpin' off the fence
Fresh fade, fresh ink, fresh ego
Whole drip lookin' like a brand deal
Score one tap‑in in November
Act like you invented how the net feel
Shoutin' "loyalty" into cameras
Agent whisper numbers in your ear
Fans work weeks for that ticket
You jog back, fake cramp, disappear
You sign shirts, sign boots, sign contracts
Never sign up for the grind
Gold studs, glass heart, weak mindset
Big name, small game, tiny spine
[Chorus]
Paper champions
Livin' large on highlight lies
Talk like legends
But we seen you every time
Fall when it matters
Fold when the pressure climbs
Paper champions
All that money, never mind
[Verse 2]
Private jet after a draw
Actin' like a war hero yappin'
Post stats cropped just right
Don’t show the ten times you were nappin'
Kids wear your name on their back
You can’t track back for your own team
Blame pitch, blame ref, blame fixture
Never blame that you lost steam
Training pics in the sun, all filters
Matchday, you disappear in rain
Point fingers at the youth on the bench
When you’re the one ghostin' the game
You want statues, songs, big murals
But you won’t dive in for a slide
All pose in the pre‑match tunnel
Then hide your eyes full‑time
[Chorus]
Paper champions
Livin' large on highlight lies
Talk like legends
But we seen you every time
Fall when it matters
Fold when the pressure climbs
Paper champions
All that money, never mind
[Bridge]
Where were you
When the scoreline screamed for fight? (where you at?)
Where were you
When the stand stayed up all night?
We remember
Every shrug, every fake limp, every sigh
Ticket price sky high
Your effort low‑rise
[Chorus]
Paper champions
Livin' large on highlight lies
Talk like legends
But we seen you every time
Fall when it matters
Fold when the pressure climbs
Paper champions
All that money, never mind (never mind)
Details
GeneratedFeb 19, 2026
Duration3:06
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Hard UK-style boom-bap beat, dry punchy drums, detuned stadium chant sample looping in the background, male vocals with sharp, sarcastic delivery. Verses tight and clipped, bass heavy but controlled. Hook opens with stacked gang vocals, crowd noise swells on final hook, subtle vinyl crackle for grit.
Credits
Prompt byLunarSample1
ModelAria v5
Prompt
A song about overpaid footballers who think they are better than they are., rap
