[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)

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

Fourth Quarter Flame