Grindin by Oxius Lyrics
[Verse 1: kid c.]
Grindin' every single day, I'm getting paid and motherfucking laid
You won't forget about me like you did with motherfucking Dre
Throw a party, hip-hooray, make sure there's no damn delay
Cause if there is then I'll make y'all motherfuckers fuckin' pay
Olé, Olé, it's been a minute, oh, hey
Making tracks with a member of the fucking Grove, ayy
Drake be like "Damn, only if Nicki just wanted me"
Yeah she got that ass and tits but if you here, it's too late
Spendin' money, time and talent trying to make this shit sound so great
Ignoring all the fucking hate, which I'm really lacking of these days
Everyone wants to be my mate, regardless of how they know me
You fucking love me, even if you lie, I know you want me, babe
So now I'm always hearing people say, they want to hang out lately
"What's your last name, it can't be Rae, you must be fucking kidding me"
Knowing what I've got in store, I'm grindin' every single day
Cause I am no longer human, I'm motherfucking Kid C (oh, oh)
[Hook: Oxius]
We grindin', (we grindin') all day long
Nigga, we grindin', (we grindin') all day long
Nigga, we grindin'. (we grindin')
After I finish this song, I'm grindin', (I'm grindin')
Grindin', (we grindin') all day long (all day long nigga)
Nigga, we grindin', (we grindin') all day long
We grindin', (we grindin')
After I finish this song, I stay grindin', (grindin')
[Verse 2: Oxius]
Wake up in the morning ready to hit my grind
Eating breakfast real quick cause I ain't got time
Gotta hit that notepad, gotta finish this line
Gotta find the right rhythm, gotta find the right rhyme
Grinding. All day long
Start a new track after I finish each song
Pause a minute. Take a hit from the bong
Then I'm back at the writing making sure my flow stays strong
Writing about real shit. Bout my life
Maybe occasionally mention how my talent is rife
Spit so sharp like the tip of a knife
Drop 20 albums by the end of the night
Ya'll niggas owe me and kid c. this money
Secretly full of talent leaving niggas lookin funny
Hit you with sick lyrics watch your nose get runny
Attacking phoney rappers have them crying home for their mummy
[Hook]
Grindin' every single day, I'm getting paid and motherfucking laid
You won't forget about me like you did with motherfucking Dre
Throw a party, hip-hooray, make sure there's no damn delay
Cause if there is then I'll make y'all motherfuckers fuckin' pay
Olé, Olé, it's been a minute, oh, hey
Making tracks with a member of the fucking Grove, ayy
Drake be like "Damn, only if Nicki just wanted me"
Yeah she got that ass and tits but if you here, it's too late
Spendin' money, time and talent trying to make this shit sound so great
Ignoring all the fucking hate, which I'm really lacking of these days
Everyone wants to be my mate, regardless of how they know me
You fucking love me, even if you lie, I know you want me, babe
So now I'm always hearing people say, they want to hang out lately
"What's your last name, it can't be Rae, you must be fucking kidding me"
Knowing what I've got in store, I'm grindin' every single day
Cause I am no longer human, I'm motherfucking Kid C (oh, oh)
[Hook: Oxius]
We grindin', (we grindin') all day long
Nigga, we grindin', (we grindin') all day long
Nigga, we grindin'. (we grindin')
After I finish this song, I'm grindin', (I'm grindin')
Grindin', (we grindin') all day long (all day long nigga)
Nigga, we grindin', (we grindin') all day long
We grindin', (we grindin')
After I finish this song, I stay grindin', (grindin')
[Verse 2: Oxius]
Wake up in the morning ready to hit my grind
Eating breakfast real quick cause I ain't got time
Gotta hit that notepad, gotta finish this line
Gotta find the right rhythm, gotta find the right rhyme
Grinding. All day long
Start a new track after I finish each song
Pause a minute. Take a hit from the bong
Then I'm back at the writing making sure my flow stays strong
Writing about real shit. Bout my life
Maybe occasionally mention how my talent is rife
Spit so sharp like the tip of a knife
Drop 20 albums by the end of the night
Ya'll niggas owe me and kid c. this money
Secretly full of talent leaving niggas lookin funny
Hit you with sick lyrics watch your nose get runny
Attacking phoney rappers have them crying home for their mummy
[Hook]