365 Day Grind Lyrics – BabyTron
Singer: BabyTron
Title: 365 Day Grind
I don’t stop hustlin’
This hustlin’ sh#t like breathin’ to me
This sh#t really don’t stop
I wake up, it’s the first thing (You’re not making this easy, kyle)
It’s the first thing I think about, I don’t take breaks
This sh#t three-six-five, two-six-nine
The whole team gotta work, from the manger to the janitor
Caught him tryna dodge, now his Challenger a massacre
f#ck 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
f#ck a thirty-day grind, I’ma do the calendar
f#ck a thirty-day grind, I’ma do the calendar
f#ck a thirty-day grind, I’ma do the calendar, ha-ha-ha, yeah
The whole team gotta work, from the manger to the janitor
Caught him tryna dodge, now his Challenger a massacre
f#ck a thirty-day grind, I’ma do the calendar
f#ck a thirty-day grind (I’ma do the calendar), yeah, b#tch (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 pay it
Rockstar, flip into crowd like Taka Michinoku
If you get a chance to score, a lob is what I’m finna throw you
I don’t owe you sh#t, I don’t owe you nothin’
I got a pint, bro got a pint, is you gon’ pour you somethin’?
f#ck a thirty-day grind, I’ma do the calendar
f#ck a thirty-day grind, I’ma do the calendar
f#ck a thirty-day grind, I’ma do the calendar, ha-ha-ha, yeah
The whole team gotta work, from the manger to the janitor
Caught him tryna dodge, now his Challenger a massacre
f#ck a thirty-day grind, I’ma do the calendar
f#ck a thirty-day grind (I’ma do the calendar), yeah
I’m either sprayin’ Glocks [?] (Sheesh)
I don’t box, but these shots make ’em bop and weave
You out here playin’ like the old Shaq, why you hoppin’ teams? (Lame, yo’ old #ss out here hoppin’ teams)
Tryna hit my b#tch, 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 cram?
If my hitter pop a P, you better hope his toolie jammed, f#ck
f#ck a thirty-day grind, I’ma do the calendar
f#ck a thirty-day grind, I’ma do the calendar
f#ck a thirty-day grind, I’ma do the calendar, ha-ha-ha, yeah
The whole team gotta work, from the manger to the janitor
Caught him tryna dodge, now his Challenger a massacre
f#ck a thirty-day grind, I’ma do the calendar
f#ck a thirty-day grind (I’ma do the calendar), yeah
(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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