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