Verse 1:
Grip Grand is the way I spell
Success, y’all F to the A-I-L
It ain’t a MC I couldn’t say I’d kill
I can’t die so I don’t gotta make my will
I just press play, rap like I say I will
Make a deal for a mill', that’s the day I chill
But until then I’ma keep buildin’ the buildin’ up
What the fuck, gotta pay my bills
Gotta take my pills, ‘cuz MCs are a pain in the ass
No offense, that’s the way I feel
Take a spill and I still get up
You gon' see I’m gon' be on some Bun B, Trill and stuff
On some unplugged mic, rap real and stuff
On some one glove, Mike Jack Thriller stuff
On some One Love, Nas E-40 shit
Russian roulette, one slug for the clip
One blood, one drop, that’s all you get
Not me, I’m sick, I was born to spit
Your whole flow’s inappropriate
So, yeah, I got beef
A cannibal with a bone to pick
Do I own my shit?
“I own this” while I hold my dick
I’m a coin toss, yo, I flip
Any verse, any style, any flow I flip
‘Til competitors fold on some “Yo, I quit!”

Chorus:
M-E is the way I spell
Success, y’all F to the A-I-L
Y’all F to the A-I-L
Y’all F to the A-I-L
Rec-League is the way I spell
Success, y’all F to the A-I-L
Y’all F to the A-I-L
Y’all F to the A-I-L

Verse 2:
I go nuts on a rapper, bust on a rapper
Put ‘em in the ground, throw dust on a rapper
Old school, go Cold Crush on a rapper
Who knew you could hate so much on a rapper?
Over the top, still known for the bop
The Rec's like concrete, all over the block
Pick a name out a hat, they oughta stay outta rap
Grip is like AAA, get my name on the map
You’re not able to match wits, I’m able to back flip
I spit on the mic, so I ain’t gonna pass it
You’re makin’ a massive mistake
Thinking you could get away with actin’ fake, we ain’t gonna have it
It takes time makin’ a classic
I ain’t gonna tell anyone how I make it-- it’s magic
Grip Grand, in case you forget
It would take brain surgery to make you forget
Yo, no doubt, time to dead that mess
I’m a rap Superman, gotta wear that S
So control the noise, I expose a toy
When it comes to the flow, I’m the poster boy
You should, jump for joy, to hear my mic
On the real, couldn’t even get near my mic
You know we shine bright, and the Rec is a neon light
Another step and you’ll be on ice

Chorus