Shy Glizzy ft. Chris Brown - No Days Off Lyrics

Young jefe holmes

See, this shit started when I was twelve years old
I hear my uncle stashin', went to sell his coat
Couple hundred in my team, bitch I couldn't fix a boat
Real street dreams, all the hustlers gave me hope
Fuck boys came and got us way before they hit the door
I don't know what he told, but all I know is I didn't fold
I still remember that time we hit the opp-block and you froze
I don't know how I got here, I ain't even have no goals
And I'm no other artist, they actin' like I'm not though
Made a million dollars, bitch, I did it in my trap clothes
Don't hit the side, made it all dark like no rock, ho
Grammy nominator, you ain't motherfuckin' clock though
I'm just speakin' facts though
Listen to my raps though
Tryna be a street nigga, you might hit a pothole
Nigga got some racks, but I really want a lot mo' my pool full of thots
No more junkies at the backdoor

Made it out the projects, headed for the hills
Jumping out backdoor, bag full of pills
Got my lawyer on speed dial if I gotta kill somethin' (if I gotta kill somethin')
If I gotta drill somethin' you know it's-

No days off, stay on my grind all the time
I can't take no days off (oh, yeah)
Know that I'm gon' get it (oh, yeah)
All this shit was destined

No, I don't take rejection
When them pussy niggas took nipsey, swear that shit taught me a lesson
Young jefe for president, yeah, I'm the street selection
A side bitch so elegant, yeah, she my secret weapon
Bitch, you see this coke, yeah, it's not a acronym
Felt like I was broke until I got me some investments
How much in that two liter? Nigga, we ain't measurin'
And it got two heaters playin', then we mailin' 'em
Niggas mad 'cause Glizzy out, well business ain't no magic
Sometimes I feel like givin' up, but I'm just bein' dramatic

All this hard work is why your bitch, she a fanatic
I give her all dick, way up in her attic
Way up in her attic, yeah, my slimes they all dun' sell it
Flyest young nigga in the world, yeah, bitch, I said it
I told her, "call me daddy," yeah, yeah, and she said it
First we steal the package, yeah, yeah, then we mail it

Made it out the projects, headed for the hills
Jumping out backdoor, bag full of pills
Got my lawyer on speed dial if I gotta kill somethin' (if I gotta kill somethin')
If I gotta drill somethin' you know it's-

No days off, stay on my grind all the time
I can't take no days off (oh, yeah)
Know that I'm gon' get it (oh, yeah)

I can't take no days off
No days off