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[Verse] Flip the sign, start the grind, crack of dawn on my face Slingin’ hash and chasing cash, but my mind’s in a different place Grease-stained hands, worn-out plans, dreams bigger than this space Every pot I stir, every word, gotta earn my spotlight chase [Pre-Chorus] Coffee brews, late night cues, I’m counting down the hours Beat drops in my head, while I serve up these diner powers [Chorus] Mic in my dreams, star in my schemes, hustlin’ through the shifts From the grill to the thrill, chasing beats I can’t resist Grinding dinner plates by day, by night I’m on the rise From bottom rung to fired gun, watch me claim my prize [Verse] Orders call, the ketchup spills, still my rhymes stay tight Dreams don’t wait for closing time, gotta spit ‘em right Sizzle, pop, the beat won’t stop, in the booth I’m bright One day soon, I’ll flip the script, trade this apron for the light [Pre-Chorus] Tip jars fill, but it’s not the bill that makes my spirit strong Every verse rehearsed, this diner life’s my stepping song [Chorus] Mic in my dreams, star in my schemes, hustlin’ through the shifts From the grill to the thrill, chasing beats I can’t resist Grinding dinner plates by day, by night I’m on the rise From bottom rung to fired gun, watch me claim my prize [Bridge] Late night fades into dawn, but I’m still on my grind Sweat and rhythm clash in time, nothing left behind This ain’t just a job, it’s the launch of my flight From the kitchen flames, to the glowing spotlight [Chorus] Mic in my dreams, star in my schemes, hustlin’ through the shifts From the grill to the thrill, chasing beats I can’t resist Grinding dinner plates by day, by night I’m on the rise From bottom rung to fired gun, watch me claim my prize [Outro] Yeah, watch me claim my prize, From the diner booth to the skies, Mic in my hand, I rise—no disguise.

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