[Verse 1]
Sam laced up
Dust on the blacktop
Cheap hoop, bent rim
But the dream? That won’t drop
Sun in his eyes
Counting the missed shots
Talking to himself
“I’m built for the big spot”
Crowd in his head
Buzzer in his heartbeat
Every brick laid down
Like concrete for his own street
[Chorus]
Tenacious like Sam when he drives to the rim
Fear in the paint but it’s fading real slim (yeah)
I believe in the league when I see how you stand
You can play pro, pro, pro
Ball in your hand
Tenacious like Sam when he won’t back down
Miss, get it back, that’s a champion sound (woah)
You believe, you breathe it, I see how you land
You can play pro, pro, pro
Ball in your hand
[Verse 2]
Coach said “Relax
You’re gripping the game tight”
Sam said “I’m scared
But I’m staying in this fight”
Sweat on his palms
But his focus got sharp quick
Every dribble like a drum
Every crossover heart shift
He felt doubt talk
But he talked louder
“I’m not fear’s friend
I’m my own founder”
[Bridge]
Look at the floor
Scuffs from every fall
Each mark, each scratch
Says you still want the ball
You’re tired? say it
Then take one more step (one more)
Faith in your form
That’s the pro mindset
[Chorus]