I don't stop hustlin'
This hustlin' shit like breathin' to me
This shit really don't stop
Everyday I wake up, it's the first thing (you're not making this easy, Kyle)
That's the first thing I think about, I don't take breaks
This shit three-sixty-five, two-six-nine
You hear me, clearly
The whole team gotta work, from the manager to janitor
Caught him tryna dodge, now his Challenger a massacre
Fuck a thirty-day grind, I'ma do the calendar
Fuck a thirty-day grind, I'ma do the calendar
I done made it to the league, you an amateur
LAX trip like I ain't dribble, I'm a traveler
Thought I fell off, but I was hangin' off the banister
D-dollar sign to the M, I'm the ambassador
Fuck a thirty-day grind, I'ma do the calendar
Fuck a thirty-day grind, I'ma do the calendar
Fuck a thirty-day grind, I'ma do the calendar, ha-ha-ha, yeah
The whole team gotta work, from the manager to janitor
Caught him tryna dodge, now his Challenger a massacre
Fuck a thirty-day grind, I'ma do the calendar
Fuck a thirty-day grind (I'ma do the calendar), yeah, bitch (DSM)
You won't find another me, I'm generational
If I up a hunnid on the 'Gram, the purpose educational
On a mission to the riches 'cause I think the quest obtainable
We want yo' life now, that lil' debt ain't payable
Rockstar, I flip into crowd like Taka Michinoku
If you get the chance to score, a lob is what I'm finna throw you
I don't owe you shit, I don't owe you nothin'
I got a pint, bro got a pint, is you gon' pour you somethin'?
Fuck a thirty-day grind, I'ma do the calendar
Fuck a thirty-day grind, I'ma do the calendar
Fuck a thirty-day grind, I'ma do the calendar, ha-ha-ha, yeah
The whole team gotta work, from the manager to janitor
Caught him tryna dodge, now his Challenger a massacre
Fuck a thirty-day grind, I'ma do the calendar
Fuck a thirty-day grind (I'ma do the calendar), yeah
I'm either sprayin' Glocks, Baccarat or Creed (sheesh)
I don't box, bet these shots make 'em bop and weave
You out here playin' like the old Shaq, why you hoppin' teams?
(Lame, yo' old ass out here hoppin' teams)
Tryna hit my bitch, you better off hittin' the lottery
Touch yo' dead homies in the sky, it's a robbery
I be where the dollars be, why you think these Ksubi's crammed?
If my hitter pop a P, you better hope his toolie jam, fuck
Fuck a thirty-day grind, I'ma do the calendar
Fuck a thirty-day grind, I'ma do the calendar
Fuck a thirty-day grind, I'ma do the calendar, ha-ha-ha, yeah
The whole team gotta work, from the manager to janitor
Caught him tryna dodge, now his Challenger a massacre
Fuck a thirty-day grind, I'ma do the calendar
Fuck a thirty-day grind I'ma do the calendar
(No hat)
(Thought I fell off, but I was hangin' off the banister)
(D-Dollar sign to the M, I'm the ambassador)
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365 Day Grind - BabyTron
