I got a little something For these dudes that be Talking that nonsense All you gotta know is The grinding is constant I run shit Gold medal like Mike Johnson You’re two steps below With a neck full of bronzes The Big difference of 1st place to 3rd place Look Iam making that 1st place my birthplace Look even in the worst case In the very first second I can reach home plate From third base No short stops No rest still Iam prepared when the bull comes from leftfield You’re trying to hit me with a pitch that I can’t feel My fan base is one base u can’t steal We are not on the same lane or same route Wishing you had the same dame, the same loot Part Arabic And Always swinging for the fences So call me the Babe Ruth of Beirut and I lead like a QB I’m Drew Brees To these rappers in Jerz Iam like 2-3 Trying to counterfeit the flow? I’ll do what Louie V did to MTV and Sony BMW And put a stop to it And to this mack shit Iam what Pacino and Deniro are to acting And I am to this rap shit What France, UK, and Italy is to fashion I start blasting But no bullets cause truth hurts even more than a bullet does Even if I wanted to nah I couldn’t budge Big ILLZ, new jerz to the fullest What!
[Chorus] On the Grind Everyday Never Lose When I Play You know a brother on the top keep flowing Until they realize that a brother keep going Cause I’m Repeat
[Verse 2] You might as well throw the towel in and get on your Pete Rose shit And bet against yourself Cause you won’t win All I know is You’re good but nobody ever wanna fuck with you You’re Terrell Owens Your teams getting iffy homey that’s wrong You ain’t doing shit they been grinding too long Can’t blame them when they ask me to put them on They just wanted a sure win Word to Lebron!