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Lyrics
[Intro]
Crowd noise in my chest
Scoreboard in my head
They only see the W
Never saw the dread
[Verse 1]
I was runnin’ in the rain, busted shoes, same field
Cold wind, cracked hands, cheap meals, no shield
Coach said “trust work,” friends said “pipe dream”
I was learnin’ every loss, turnin’ pain into scheme
I was tapin’ up the fingers, catchin’ bricks, feelin’ sick
Every miss, every slip, every cut—take your pick
But the hunger wouldn’t quit, it was deep, couldn’t fake it
Built a kingdom out of reps, every morning, had to make it
[Chorus]
This that fourth quarter flame, feel it startin’ to grow (startin’ to grow)
They don’t know the miles, they just know the show
All that blood on the floor, now it shine like gold
I was built for the win, I was forged in the cold
This that fourth quarter flame, watch it burn in my eyes
Every setback I had was a step to the prize
Yeah, they call it overnight, I was grindin’ in the dark
Now the crowd say my name, but I kept my own heart (let’s go)
[Verse 2]
Now the cameras in my face, but I’m thinkin’ ‘bout the hill
Where I ran ‘til I dropped, till the sweat went still
Where my lungs said “stop,” but my pride said “again”
Where the scoreboard was a rock and a clock in my head
They was laughin’ at the kid takin’ shots on his own
Now they copy every move from the clips on they phone
Funny how it all flips when the stats turn real
When the “maybe one day” turn “sign that deal”
But I’m still that same kid, same drive, same street
Still lacing up slow, say a prayer to the heat
I remember every cut, every bruise, every doubt
That’s the fuel in the fire when the time runnin’ out
[Chorus]
This that fourth quarter flame, feel it startin’ to grow (yeah, it grow)
They don’t know the miles, they just know the show
All that blood on the floor, now it shine like gold
I was built for the win, I was forged in the cold
This that fourth quarter flame, watch it burn in my eyes
Every setback I had was a step to the prize
Yeah, they call it overnight, I was grindin’ in the dark
Now the crowd say my name, but I kept my own heart (aye)
[Bridge]
Who you cheer for when it’s tied, when it’s tight?
When your lungs feel smoke, when your legs lose light
When the clock hit low and the doubt feels loud
I was made for that silence, made to stun the crowd
[Chorus]
This that fourth quarter flame, feel it startin’ to grow
They don’t know the miles, they just know the show
All that blood on the floor, now it shine like gold
I was built for the win, I was forged in the cold
This that fourth quarter flame, yeah I’m takin’ my turn
Every scar that I earned is the reason I burn
From the gutter to the game, watch the legend unfold
I was built for the win, I was forged in the cold (uh)
Details
GeneratedJan 30, 2026
Duration2:44
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Epic arena-rap energy, booming digital drums and sub-heavy bass, halftime stomp claps and bright synth brass. Verses sit in a smooth, confident pocket; hook explodes with stacked gang vocals and wide stereo chants. Occasional glitchy vocal chops and risers hype the drops; male vocals with a mix of tight rapid-fire bars and big, stretched hook phrases., beats, smooth
Credits
Prompt by
Infecktious_YouTube
Infecktious_YouTubeModelAria v5
Prompt
A sports fan rap, like song that raps with booming digital beats, unique bout winning, n how hard it was to get there n it's starting to grow. Use smart lyrics n rhythm should be smooth but explosive
