Fourth Quarter Forever

[Verse 1]
Sixth round pick
They said sit down
Kid
Too skinny
Too stiff
Clipboard
Not the franchise
Snow game
Tuck call
He just shrugged
Stood tall
Every throw
Death wish
Every drive
Last wish
[Chorus]
Tom Brady
They calling you the GOAT (GOAT)
Down six
You just tighten up the throat (yeah)
Whole world betting that you choke
You just laugh and call another smoke route
Tom Brady
Fourth quarter in your veins
Turn two minutes into Hall of Fame
Every comeback
Writing in bold
Twenty yards out
Heart made of gold
[Verse 2]
New city
New sun
Different jersey
Same run
Age on your back
But the clock stays stunned
Sideline stare
Ice cold
Eyes locked
Pure control
Call the shot in the huddle
Then break every mold
[Chorus]
Tom Brady
They calling you the GOAT (GOAT)
Down six
You just tighten up the throat (hey!)
Whole world betting that you choke
You just smile
Walk ’em down the whole route
Tom Brady
Fourth quarter in your veins
Turn two minutes into Hall of Fame
Every comeback
Writing in bold
Twenty yards out
Heart made of gold
[Bridge]
How many rings ’til they quit that talk? (how many?)
How many drives where they just went quiet?
How many kids in the yard with the ball
Counting down
Trying to move just like him? (like him)
[Chorus]
Tom Brady
Forever be the GOAT (GOAT)
Last drive
Everybody holds their hope
Whole world waiting on the throw
You drop back
Let another dream float
Tom Brady
Fourth quarter in your veins
Turn two minutes into Hall of Fame
Every Sunday
Story retold
Number twelve stitched into soul

Stadium chant energy, mid-tempo pop-rap crossover, male vocals. Tight kick and snare under glossy synth stabs, crowd-style gang vocals on the hook. Verses ride a swaggering bounce with subtle brass hits and filtered crowd noise. Chorus widens with power chords and stacked shouts; bridge drops to claps and bass before a final, explosive chant.