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Verse 1
Blew em away like a shotgun, had to show em where I'm from, that N Y south Bronx,
throw them xs like Malcolm, glad I change my outcome, in the hood was hot son, almost
caught a hot one, over some stupid gossip
use to flip them cracks and weed thank god over it, now flip them tracks and beats
forever going in, momma said at last you free something to show for it, all we do is stack
the cheese smoking the potent shit
Finally signed a contract, never ever felt this strong, won everything in 6 month owe it all
to will gone, team stay winning they trying na trap us like king Kong, but we smack em
like ping pong laugh and get our drink on
This for my winners, going hard thru the night, this is for my grinders never quit till its
right, this is for that phone call that got your team hype, put that glass up and toast
Chorus
Rhythm of the Night, If winning throw them hands up Rhythm of the Night, hit that top
down show em that you hot now, Rhythm of the Night, Ya team go in, you aint never
folding in Rhythm of the Night, Raise ya glass up for toast
Verse 2
On stage always just spas out loosing breathe dying of thirst, take a little venue and turn
that bitch look like fireworks, rappers acting too cool I'm hungry man Iʼm tryna work,
faking bout your moves how signed you lying jerk
Always been humble, chill and kept my word cause when you turn Hollywood is you
become worst off, always make moves when itʼs real never fake ball, when you hang
with base heads they'll try and throw a curveball
Lambos at a shoot, groupies taking pictures with the coup, marinated all up in the soup.
Haters making truce we winning and quitting thatʼs there excuse, and riding thatʼs
something we donʼt do
This for my winners, going hard thru the night, this is for my grinders never quit till its
right, this is for that phone call that got your team hype, put that glass up and toast
Chorus
Rhythm of the Night, If winning throw them hands up Rhythm of the Night, hit that top
down show em that you hot now, Rhythm of the Night, Ya team go in, you aint never
folding in Rhythm of the Night, Raise ya glass up for toast
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