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[Hook: Byron Juane]
We done been through
We been tore down
Big man plays on the way now
Don’t shake my hand on the way out
Had to hurt sometimes
It’s okay now
It’s all for the win
Yeah, oh, oh
They counted us out
But we did it again
Yeah, oh, oh
All of the pain
It’s all for the win
Yeah, oh, oh
They counted us out
But we did it again
Yeah, oh, oh
All of the pain
It’s all for the w--

[Verse 1: Parris Chariz]
Peace be to you, God
'Cause I was on the rooftop
Screaming out to you, God
Passing out dreams but I was screwed up
Made a whole tape without the truth, God
Why you made a way for me to do that
I will never know but I salute God
Devil tried to keep me down
And tried to keep me bound
My brothers tried to keep me up
I was tryna keep me stuck
Thinking I just need love
But the truth come around again
Fell on my knees, I'm grateful
But God just snapped like Fabo
I did upgrade, not basic
Couldn't rock 'em all on my Asics
Set the bar and set inside the cases
Bring the water, keep the party faded
Look to you, I made it through the danger
Turn the page to watch, our God is faceless
[?] I need, gon' take you back to basics
It ain't me, it's all in my foundation
Peace be to you, God
'Cause I was on the rooftop
Screaming out to you, God
Passing out dreams but I was screwed up
Made a whole tape without the truth, God
Why you made a way for me to do that
I will never know but I salute God
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[Hook: Byron Juane]
It’s all for the win
Yeah, oh, oh
They counted us out
But we did it again
Yeah, oh, oh
All of the pain
It’s all for the win
Yeah, oh, oh
They counted us out
But we did it again
Yeah, oh, oh

[Verse 2: Jered Sanders]
(God Over Money, yo)
The Devil trying to lock us in
But now I got the confidence
Propping the moccasins on the ottoman
I ain't worried 'bout the consequence, ay
I ain't got the Washingtons, ay
And I ain't the first to ball like Jackie Robinson
But I'm free enough to ask God where Wakanda is, oh yo
Ay, got no stain on the white tee
Close to the king like Spike Lee
Jumpman all on the Nikes
My soul is pricey, ay
When you the Lord came
Took the sting of death from the ball game
And He put His blood on the door frame
I was in a drought, then He poured rain, ay
I never wanted God but I wanted all the money before the job
And I wanted all the honeys before the rock
And I wanted all the Sunday, ignore the probs
I was on 10 with the bol
I was Armstrong but thinking I'm 45
Now I'm running point man for the gold
And I'mma lift His name when the sun, it rise, aw man
Hey, you better roger that
He put His name on the song
Gave me the autograph
And everybody try to say I rap a lot
On the real, that makes sense
'Cause I'm a royal priesthood
And if God King, homey, I'm J Prince, [?]

[Hook: Byron Juane]
It’s all for the win
Yeah, oh, oh
They counted us out
But we did it again
Yeah, oh, oh
All of the pain
It’s all for the win
Yeah, oh, oh
They counted us out
But we did it again
Yeah, oh, oh
All of the pain
It’s all for the win

[Sample]
"From bikes to trains to video games
It's the biggest toy store there is, gee whiz!
I don't wanna grow up, 'cause baby, if I did
I couldn't be a Toys-R-Us Kid"