No Days Off

Lyrics

[Intro: Shy Glizzy] Found me, yeah, found me I need you around me Never felt this way before Need me so good Young Jefe Holmes Satisfy me [Verse 1: Shy Glizzy] See, this shit started when I was twelve years old I hit my uncle's stash and went to sell his coke Couple hundred in my jeans, bitch, I couldn't fit Girbauds Real street dreams, all the hustlers gave me hope Popos came and got us, seen 'em 'fore they hit the door (Yeah) I don't know what he told, but all I know is I didn't fold I still remember that time we hit the opps' block and you froze I don't know how I got here, ain't even had no goals And I'm one of the hardest, they actin' like I'm not, though Made a million dollars, bitch, I did it in my trap clothes The hood, they say I made it, no, I don't act like no rap ho Grammy-nominated, you ain't motherfuckin' clap 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 more Pool full of thots, no more junkies at my backdoor, uh [Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown] Made it out the projects, headed for the Hills Trappin' out the backdoor, bag full of pills Got my lawyer on speed dial if I gotta kill somethin' (If I gotta kill somethin', oh-ooh) If I gotta drill somethin' [Chorus: Chris Brown] 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) [Verse 2: Shy Glizzy, Chris Brown] All this shit was destined, no, I don't take rejection When that pussy nigga took Nipsey, swear that shit taught me a lesson (Ooh) Young Jefe for president, yeah, I'm the street's election My side bitch so elegant, yeah, she my secret weapon (Yeah, yeah) Bitch, you see this coat (Yeah), yeah, it's Haider Ackermann Felt like I was broke until I got me some investments (Woo) How much in that two liter? Nigga, we ain't measurin' In the car with two heaters, play and then we meltin' 'em (Bloaw) Niggas mad 'cause Glizzy hot, well, bitch, this ain't no magic Sometimes I feel like givin' up, but I'm just bein' dramatic (Yeah) All this hard work, that's why your bitch, she a fanatic I give her hard dick, you hear her way up in the attic (Ooh) Way up in the attic, yeah, my swagger out in Saturn (Woo) Flyest young nigga in the world, yeah, bitch, I said it I told her, "Call me daddy," yeah, yeah, then she said it First we seal the baggies, yeah, yeah, then we mail it, oh [Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown] Made it out the projects (Made it through), headed for the Hills (Hills) Trappin' out the backdoor, bag full of pills (Woah, if I) Got my lawyer on speed dial if I gotta kill somethin' (If I gotta kill somethin', oh-ooh) If I gotta drill somethin' (If I gotta drill) [Chorus: Chris Brown] You know it's no days off (I stay on my) Stay on my grind all the time (Grind) I can't take no days off (Can't do it, oh, yeah, I can't do it) Know that I'm gon' get it (Oh, yeah) [Outro: Chris Brown] I can't take no days off No days off Take no, oh, no Oh, no