No Days Off

[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