[Verse 1]

I got a little something
For these dudes that be
Talking that nonsense
All you gotta know is
The grinding is constant [bad word] [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] of [bad word] 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 [bad word] Iam what Pacino and Deniro are to acting
And I am to this rap [bad word] What France, UK, and Italy is to fashion
I start blasting
But no bullets cause [bad word] 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!
 [bad word] 
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
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[Verse 2]
You might as well throw the towel in and get on your Pete Rose [bad word] And bet against yourself
Cause you won’t win
All I know is
You’re good but nobody ever wanna [bad word] with you
You’re Terrell Owens
Your teams getting iffy homey that’s wrong
You ain’t doing [bad word] 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!