One Beat, One Game

Lyrics

Yeah… Turn the lights on. Whole squad walking in. Naturals. They know the name. Let’s go. We a different breed, You can see it when we step on the field. Got that dirt on the cleats, Got that fire underneath. We don’t run from pressure, Nah, that’s where we wanna be. When that game gets heavy— That’s when you call on me. Naturals, yeah, Whole team with me. Nine on that field, But we move like one heartbeat. You can bring your best, We ain’t asking for it easy. Naturals on my chest— We a different breed. Pull up, doors open, everybody out, Bats on the shoulder, ain’t talking too loud. We don’t gotta tell ‘em what we came here to do, Give it one inning, they’ll figure it out. First pitch thrown and we setting the pace, Lead-off on, now we stealing a base. Pitcher look twice, better keep that eye, Turn your head once and we gone—goodbye. Next man up with the barrel on time, Shot through the gap, hugging that line. Runner hit third and the coach send him home, Throw coming in but he already gone. SAFE! Now the dugout alive. That’s one on the board, Let’s make it five. But we don’t get comfortable, Not our style. Keep your foot on the gas Every pitch, every out. Pitcher get loose, Then he painting them corners. Fastball high, Breaking ball lower. Two strikes now, Make him reach for another— Swing through that thing. Go sit with your brothers. Yeah. That’s Naturals baseball. We a different breed, You can see it when we step on the field. Got that dirt on the cleats, Got that fire underneath. We don’t run from pressure, Nah, that’s where we wanna be. When that game gets heavy— That’s when you call on me. Naturals, yeah, Whole team with me. Nine on that field, But we move like one heartbeat. You can bring your best, We ain’t asking for it easy. Naturals on my chest— We a different breed. Okay— Tie game late, now it’s time to lock in, Everybody watching, let the real game begin. Pressure on us? Good. We like that. Put the winning run out there— We bring him right back. Base hit left, now we got one aboard, Next man walks, now they pacing the floor. Pitching coach out, trying calming him down, While the Naturals dugout getting real loud. We smell blood. Now attack that plate. Don’t chase junk, Make him give you a mistake. Three-one count and he gotta come in— There it is. SEND IT. Ball go deep and the whole crowd rise, Outfielder running with his head to the sky. Hits that fence, now we clearing the bags, Three boys flying with dirt on their pants. That’s grit. That’s work. That’s trust in the guy beside you. You have a bad game? Whole team behind you. Make an error? Next play. Strike out? Next AB. Nobody wins alone, That’s why we move like a family. And when that last out Falls in that glove— Don’t act surprised. We knew what it was. Under these lights, Side by side. Win or lose, We take that ride. Different names On the back of the jersey— But across that chest? Same family. We a different breed, You can see it when we step on the field. Got that dirt on the cleats, Got that fire underneath. We don’t run from pressure, Nah, that’s where we wanna be. When that game gets heavy— That’s when you call on me. Naturals, yeah, Whole team with me. Nine on that field, But we move like one heartbeat. Bring your best. Bring the heat. Bring everything you got— WE A DIFFERENT BREED. Naturals. No shortcuts. No excuses. Just work. Different breed.