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Performed By: Not Rappers
Language: English
Written by: Not Dom, Not Joe




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Late-night grindin'
Do it till we shinin'
Motherf*ckers be like oo yea they rhymin'

Yea they rhymin'
Do it all the time and
Aint stoppin' till the pulse flat and u hear a siren

Siren
Uh huh
Yea I used to smoke all the broccoli
Started rapping for the comedy
Now I got my own colony
There ain't no stopping me
It's not gang till I die
All the bitches know who I be
Went viral overnight
Riley Reid took flight
I'm Hitting homers like my name was David Wright
Spitting off the top I don't even write
Now I'm starting think maybe
Maybe
Maybe I'm a rapper
I just wish the fame came faster
I'm at the top and the game is ours to capture
Failure is a fear but that shit ain't a factor
Cause I give it all I got
Speechless like in my brain there's a clot
I'm having a stroke cause it started as a joke
Now we got fans worldwide
Just two kids down south from the upper east side
New York is in my veins
In my chest I feel pains
I just want it already
Having nightmares like I was Freddy
But I slash em like Jason
This dream is all I'm chasing

Late-night grindin'
Do it till we shinin'
Motherf*ckers be like oo yea they rhymin'

Late-night grindin'
Do it till we shinin'
Motherf*ckers be like oo yea they rhymin'

Yea
Always grinding
Yea
Always smiling
I get it right every time on top
Watch me shine like the stars on the Christmas tree
Biggie must've christened me
Do it for New York all the haters keep on whispering
Like oo maybe he gon' flop
Like oo maybe he gon' stop
Maybe he
Maybe he
Bagged a bitch with double d's
Got the bag no groceries
Tell the haters suck on these
Maybe I
Go around and brag too much
Or maybe I
Walk around with my pockets flushed with cash I clutch
The bag take the strap and pull it back
Sike
Maybe I'm too white to rap
I write its crap
You might be right about that
But Rileys in the back throwing it back and that's that
Yea that's that

Late-night grindin'
Do it till we shinin'
Motherf*ckers be like oo yea they rhymin'

Late-night grindin'
Do it till we shinin'
Motherf*ckers be like oo yea they rhymin'

Late-night grindin'
Do it till we shinin'
Motherf*ckers be like oo yea they rhymin'

Yea they rhymin'
Do it all the time and
Ain't stoppin' till the pulse flat and u hear a siren
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Late-night grindin'
Do it till we shinin'
Motherf*ckers be like oo yea they rhymin'

Yea they rhymin'
Do it all the time and
Aint stoppin' till the pulse flat and u hear a siren

Siren
Uh huh
Yea I used to smoke all the broccoli
Started rapping for the comedy
Now I got my own colony
There ain't no stopping me
It's not gang till I die
All the bitches know who I be
Went viral overnight
Riley Reid took flight
I'm Hitting homers like my name was David Wright
Spitting off the top I don't even write
Now I'm starting think maybe
Maybe
Maybe I'm a rapper
I just wish the fame came faster
I'm at the top and the game is ours to capture
Failure is a fear but that shit ain't a factor
Cause I give it all I got
Speechless like in my brain there's a clot
I'm having a stroke cause it started as a joke
Now we got fans worldwide
Just two kids down south from the upper east side
New York is in my veins
In my chest I feel pains
I just want it already
Having nightmares like I was Freddy
But I slash em like Jason
This dream is all I'm chasing

Late-night grindin'
Do it till we shinin'
Motherf*ckers be like oo yea they rhymin'

Late-night grindin'
Do it till we shinin'
Motherf*ckers be like oo yea they rhymin'

Yea
Always grinding
Yea
Always smiling
I get it right every time on top
Watch me shine like the stars on the Christmas tree
Biggie must've christened me
Do it for New York all the haters keep on whispering
Like oo maybe he gon' flop
Like oo maybe he gon' stop
Maybe he
Maybe he
Bagged a bitch with double d's
Got the bag no groceries
Tell the haters suck on these
Maybe I
Go around and brag too much
Or maybe I
Walk around with my pockets flushed with cash I clutch
The bag take the strap and pull it back
Sike
Maybe I'm too white to rap
I write its crap
You might be right about that
But Rileys in the back throwing it back and that's that
Yea that's that

Late-night grindin'
Do it till we shinin'
Motherf*ckers be like oo yea they rhymin'

Late-night grindin'
Do it till we shinin'
Motherf*ckers be like oo yea they rhymin'

Late-night grindin'
Do it till we shinin'
Motherf*ckers be like oo yea they rhymin'

Yea they rhymin'
Do it all the time and
Ain't stoppin' till the pulse flat and u hear a siren
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Writer: Not Dom, Not Joe
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