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Lyrics

Verse 1: Ready, aim like assassins All the missed shots in the past tense Haters keep on booing and harassing But I'm still here standing like an aspen Green light finally flashing No more tapping on the brakes, now I'm passing You started celebrating, now you're gasping Ice cold, looking like you're an Alaskan I know I fell behind, but I've made up my mind I'm not gonna run and hide, cuz I am not defined By my struggles in a season Got hope like I'm living in Believeland You think it's over, then you're dreaming Going strong 'till my heart's done beating Hook: Everybody sees me down; they say I'm through They see my broken past and mistakes I can't undue But they don't see my God; there's nothing He can't do, do, do Three to one, I'm coming back; ayyy Three to one, I'm coming back; ayyy, ayyy (repeat) Don't count me out so quick I'm still breathing, still focused (repeat) Verse 2 (Dru Bex): Yeah, I'm going harder than I ever went Should've never let me slip into my element Got some "L's" along the way, but now it's evident God was always on my side and they was heaven-sent Because they only made me stronger Tried to cut me short, but they only made me longer I block the negativity like Mutombo Wagging my finger like, "Not in mi casa!" Black boy, grew up in Toronto Never had nobody I could run to But then I met the one who always comes through He said I could be whatever I want to He asked me if I'm good to go, and I was like, "Yeah!" He asked if He could take control and I was like, "Yeah!" You say I've still got a few doubters out there, I'm like, "Where?" You probably thought I left, but I'm standing right here Hook Verse 3 (Shopé): Bring 'em out, bring 'em out Tell the ref I got it next Line 'em out, line 'em out Yeah, I'm coming for the best Pack it out, pack it out Yeah, I'm swinging for the fence Give me my respect, chicken for the rent Pray you never see me fiending for the checks (Fiending for the checks) Rather see me clinging to the text (Clinging to the text) Listen from the prison to the 'jects (Prison to the 'jects) Know the King, He risen and protects, risen and protects, hold up! And ain't it funny, He ain't looking for the best Actually it's kind of weird how He looking for the less So when the score's three to one, and the final play begun I don't need a Hail Mary 'cuz I'm walking with the Son (hold up!) A fleet of heavy batters, it doesn't really matter I let my walk do the talk, cutting out the chatter I see the stacks tall; I'm like, "Is that all?" It just makes a bigger "dub" (W) when the stacks fall Bridge: No losing streak can change the final victory I've come too far to let this one slip away (away, away) Hook