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Artist: Lil' O f/ Chamillionaire, Killa Kyleon 
Album:  Grind Hard, Pray Harder 
Song:   In Da Wind 
Typed by: Lil Hustle 
  
I'm still shining baby, (whoa) 
I'm still shining baby, (it's going down)... 
  
[Hook] 
It's like uggggh, oooh I'm in the wind 
Man it feels good, to finally have some ends 
Like uggggh, oooh I'm in the wind 
Let the top down, in my drop top Benz like uggggh 
  
[Lil' O] 
I've been down, for so long 
Thinking bout the times, the game did O wrong 
So long, to heartache and pain I'm so strong 
The struggle made me a man, how can I go wrong 
With a heart like this, and a grind like this 
So many haters, didn't wanna see me shine like this 
But I took chances for my bread, I did time for this 
I deserve every diamond, that outline my wrist 
So when you see me out flipping, and I'm looking fantastic 
Top flipping in my trunk, like it's doing gymnastics 
Know a playa had to grind, for his cash and his plastic 
Try to take it if you want, got the thang I'ma blast it 
Got the system going knock knock, looking like a top notch 
Playa from the South, from the chain to the wrist watch 
Fat Rat with the Cheese, man that boy is a stunner 
You don't like it top down, middle finger'll fuck ya 
  
[Hook] 
It's like uggggh, oooh I'm in the wind 
Man it feels good, to finally have some ends 
Like uggggh, oooh I'm in the wind 
Let the top down, in my drop top Benz 
Like uggggh, oooh I'm in the wind 
Man it feels good, to finally have some ends 
Like uggggh, oooh I'm in the wind 
Let the top down, one deep no friends like uggggh 
  
[Chamillionaire] 
It's like the more I'm making, the more I'm enjoying taking 
Talking my list of Fort Lauren London, to Nia Lathan 
Sitting in some'ing, should of take the chicks you boys is dating 
You call it black on black, I'ma call that coordinating 
Hustlers acknowledge me, but busters ain't trying to see 
President treatment, as we step in the Obama suites 
It ain't no shoulda woulda, no coulda or probably 
You know that obviously, could never apply to me 
Money so Roger Clemens, it honestly gotta be 
Pumped full of HGH, and plus it ain't minor league 
You know I'm what these rappers, is dying and trying to be 
One thing that you never heard me saying, is I would sleep 
I been doing this heavy, since when you wasn't ready 
Making moves on the celly, got candy threw on my Cheve 
Got you booing the telly, bout to get threw on the belly 
I show up and I bet she bust, and get loose as a levy 
  
[Hook] 
  
[Killa Kyleon] 
A long way, from worries and stressing 
Now I'm just running through paper, I call that counting my blessings 
Which way is up like I build, don't know no other directions  
I'm GPS'ing them bills, ain't got no time for no resting 
Wrestling with money, yeah I'm Stone Cold  
Now rock them rocks like Dwayne, my jewelry's stone cold 
My wallet prolly like Batista, full of dead politicians guess I'm a undertaker 
Ravish and rick rude to these bitches, when it comes to paper 
I got that triple M syndrome, my money mine  
I know that make you haters sick, that's cool my money fine  
Grind by any means necessary, when it come to mine  
Money on it, if it ain't about it nothing comes to mind  
Relax and put that dro in the wind, I'm feeling Cee-Lo  
Getting bread, not a Botany Boy but I'm feeling C-Notes  
Falling off never, yeah I know ya hope so hoe  
O couldn't of said it better, we ain't broke no mo' run it  
  
[Hook]  
  
I'm still shining baby - 4x 
Whoa