I dropped in hot, my aim was true
Scoped the ridge, and spotted you
A flick, a shot, then time moved slow
Another death, the killfeed glows

A scream in chat, "Where were you bro?"
Then silence hits
Your ELO is too low

I marked the point, I made the call
I pushed ahead, you watched me fall
My gear was stacked, my skills on show
But matchmaker said
Your ELO is too low

I dream in maps, in fog and smoke
I fight in zones where no one spoke
A cursed descent, too far below
Each match reminds
Your ELO is too low

They strike like gods with perfect aim
I load, I spawn, and die the same
I train, I grind, I learn the flow
But still I hear
Your ELO is too low

But one day soon, I’ll find my streak
My shots will hit, my comms won’t leak
From silver swamps I will outgrow
And rise beyond
Your ELO is too low