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Lyrics

[Hook: Byron Juane] We done been through We been tore down Big man plays on the way now Don't shake my hand on the way out Had to hurt sometimes It's okay now It's all for the win Yeah, oh, oh They counted us out But we did it again Yeah, oh, oh All of the pain It's all for the win Yeah, oh, oh They counted us out But we did it again Yeah, oh, oh All of the pain It's all for the w-- [Verse 1: Parris Chariz] Peace be to you, God 'Cause I was on the rooftop Screaming out to you, God Passing out dreams but I was screwed up Made a whole tape without the truth, God Why you made a way for me to do that I will never know but I salute God Devil tried to keep me down And tried to keep me bound My brothers tried to keep me up I was tryna keep me stuck Thinking I just need love But the truth come around again Fell on my knees, I'm grateful But God just snapped like Fabo I did upgrade, not basic Couldn't rock 'em all on my Asics Set the bar and set inside the cases Bring the water, keep the party faded Look to you, I made it through the danger Turn the page to watch, our God is faceless [?] I need, gon' take you back to basics It ain't me, it's all in my foundation Peace be to you, God 'Cause I was on the rooftop Screaming out to you, God Passing out dreams but I was screwed up Made a whole tape without the truth, God Why you made a way for me to do that I will never know but I salute God P [Hook: Byron Juane] It's all for the win Yeah, oh, oh They counted us out But we did it again Yeah, oh, oh All of the pain It's all for the win Yeah, oh, oh They counted us out But we did it again Yeah, oh, oh [Verse 2: Jered Sanders] (God Over Money, yo) The Devil trying to lock us in But now I got the confidence Propping the moccasins on the ottoman I ain't worried 'bout the consequence, ay I ain't got the Washingtons, ay And I ain't the first to ball like Jackie Robinson But I'm free enough to ask God where Wakanda is, oh yo Ay, got no stain on the white tee Close to the king like Spike Lee Jumpman all on the Nikes My soul is pricey, ay When you the Lord came Took the sting of death from the ball game And He put His blood on the door frame I was in a drought, then He poured rain, ay I never wanted God but I wanted all the money before the job And I wanted all the honeys before the rock And I wanted all the Sunday, ignore the probs I was on 10 with the bol I was Armstrong but thinking I'm 45 Now I'm running point man for the gold And I'mma lift His name when the sun, it rise, aw man Hey, you better roger that He put His name on the song Gave me the autograph And everybody try to say I rap a lot On the real, that makes sense 'Cause I'm a royal priesthood And if God King, homey, I'm J Prince, [?] [Hook: Byron Juane] It's all for the win Yeah, oh, oh They counted us out But we did it again Yeah, oh, oh All of the pain It's all for the win Yeah, oh, oh They counted us out But we did it again Yeah, oh, oh All of the pain It's all for the win [Sample] "From bikes to trains to video games It's the biggest toy store there is, gee whiz! I don't wanna grow up, 'cause baby, if I did I couldn't be a Toys-R-Us Kid"