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GRINDIN
Hip-Hop
GRINDIN was released on May 22, 2026 by diskover as a part of the album ICYMXB Vol. 1
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Release DateMay 22, 2026
Labeldiskover
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM129

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
IcyMxb
IcyMxb
Performer
Aux Dior
Aux Dior
Performer
Cremada
Cremada
Performer
Velvita
Velvita
Performer
Isreal Brown
Isreal Brown
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Isreal Brown
Isreal Brown
Composer, Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
José Miguel Moreno Márquez
José Miguel Moreno Márquez
Producer

Lyrics

G lock, that's a nine by nine. Dead Presidents, but the Harry is fine. Let's settle inside this shit. Come off the crown. Underscore, and now they trying to stop all the vibe like in with these **** I tell them, keep grinding. I coach them. I could be something like prime. They sound like my son. I pacify. I tell them, your ****, keep grinding. Hey, can't get money little tell your ****, run that money yn. Tell yn keep grindin. telling me, keep grindin. Hey, keep getting my little ****. Tell the young ****. Keep grindin. I tell my mama making my mama told me, keep on being in the spot. I see my little dog in the hood, servant, yo. I tunnel little. Keep grindin. All of my **** rock go. But I feel like a diamond **** be shined. Hey, I might just get rich and go live on the island. **** might hop in a holler. I don't got friends. I got dead President. That's what I may keep I hit with Atlanta. They trying to run off them. They do a drill while they styling verse hearse. They have the thirst. That's what a **** be fine. Curse her. She took off her shirt. Then they let you be white. G lock, that's presidents, but the Harry is fine. Let's settle inside this shit. Come off the crime. But it's going now. They trying to stop all the vibe like in with these I tell them, keep grinding. I coach them. I could be something like prime. They sound like my son. I pacified her. I tell them, your ****, grind. Let's call let's keep getting money little tell your **** keep grindin, tell the **** telling me, keep grindin. Keep getting my little ****, tell the young ****. I tell my my mama making my mama told me, keep on being inspired. I see my little dog in the hood, sermon, yo. I tell no little ****, keep crying. Hey, all of my **** rock go. But I feel like a diamond ****, be shined. Hey, I might just get rich and go live on that island. **** might hop in a spot.
Written by: Isreal Brown
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