"No Days Off" lyrics
(feat. Chris Brown)
[Shy Glizzy:]
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 [?]
Don't hit the side, made it all dark like no rock, ho
Grammy nominator, fuckin' 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 locks, but I really wanna lock my pool full of thots
No more junkies at the backdoor
[Chris Brown:]
Made it out the projects, headed for the hills
[?] backdoor, married to the 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
[Shy Glizzy:]
All this shit was destined, no, I don't take rejection
When them pussy niggas took Nipsey, swear that shit told me a lesson
Young, got faithful for president, yeah, I'm the street election
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 I caught two hitters playin', then we mailin' 'em
Nigga mad 'cause [?], business ain't no magic
Sometimes I feel like givin' up, but I'm just bein' dramatic
[?] your bitch, she a Phanatic
I give her all dick, way up in her attic
Way up in her attic, yeah, my slimes [?]
Flyest nigga in the world, yeah, bitch, said it
I told her, "Call me daddy," yeah, yeah, and she said it
First we steal the backage, yeah, yeah, then we mail it
[Chris Brown:]
Made it out the projects, headed for the hills (Yeah)
[?] backdoor, married to the 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 days off
No days off
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 [?]
Don't hit the side, made it all dark like no rock, ho
Grammy nominator, fuckin' 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 locks, but I really wanna lock my pool full of thots
No more junkies at the backdoor
[Chris Brown:]
Made it out the projects, headed for the hills
[?] backdoor, married to the 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
[Shy Glizzy:]
All this shit was destined, no, I don't take rejection
When them pussy niggas took Nipsey, swear that shit told me a lesson
Young, got faithful for president, yeah, I'm the street election
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 I caught two hitters playin', then we mailin' 'em
Nigga mad 'cause [?], business ain't no magic
Sometimes I feel like givin' up, but I'm just bein' dramatic
[?] your bitch, she a Phanatic
I give her all dick, way up in her attic
Way up in her attic, yeah, my slimes [?]
Flyest nigga in the world, yeah, bitch, said it
I told her, "Call me daddy," yeah, yeah, and she said it
First we steal the backage, yeah, yeah, then we mail it
[Chris Brown:]
Made it out the projects, headed for the hills (Yeah)
[?] backdoor, married to the 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 days off
No days off
