The Day I Shine E

Huh. Let's get it. It's your boy four-six. Uh. Pass me this dro. Let me just light it and blow. I keep my shit on the low. I'm rapping, you checking my flow. I wanna make it, you know how I'm baking It. Give me my stage for the show. Okay. No amateur, I'm going pro. Deserve to be heard, you know. It ain't about rich or broke. Uh. It ain't about bitch or hoe. Uh-uh. This is about willing to go. This is about putting in work. This is about giving my everything, energy, repping It, rocking it, go big. You know that I Came out of Russia. I kill it, no rushing. You know what it is with the bro. Ayy. Lurking in the night. Got murder on my mind. Grinding, grinding, grinding. Until the day I shine. Hustle, hustle, hustle. I'm about mine. Feeling so hollow like the bullets in my nine. Lurking in the night. Got murder on my mind. Grinding, grinding, grinding. Until the day I shine. Hustle, hustle, hustle. I'm about mine. Feeling so hollow like the bullets in my nine. Ayy, You know the vibe. So let me go on With my shit. Let's get it. Tell me if I'm lit. Woo. Creation is the key. Come on. Music industry. Sipping on my Hennessy. I've been on this motherfucker for fifteen years. But I've never been famous. Kiss my motherfucking Anus. Everybody wanted hype, but I've never been Brainless. Nope. So I do it for the art. And I got a hell of patience. And I'm on this fucking mic, tryna keep my Flow tight. Tryna kill this fucking beat. Woo. So you tell me I'm the shit, best Rap overseas. So I wanna get my cheese. Say I'm not? Bitch, please. Couple Gs for the verse, and I put you In a hearse. I got something with Jerz, I Got something with Game. Tryna chase the fame, Success, and money. Motherfucker better know my Name. So fuck your chain and fuck your car. Ayy. Lurking in the night. Got murder on my mind. Grinding, grinding, grinding. Until the day I shine. Hustle, hustle, hustle. I'm about mine. Feeling so hollow like the bullets in my nine. Lurking in the night. Got murder on my mind. Grinding, grinding, grinding. Until the day I shine. Hustle, hustle, hustle. I'm about mine. Feeling so hollow like the bullets in my nine. Huh.