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Artiste : BabyTron
Titre : 365 Day Grind
I don“t stop hustling
This hustling shit like breathing to me
This shit really don“t stop
As soon as I wake up it“s the first thing I do (You“re not making this easy, Kyle)

It“s the first thing I think about, I don“t take breaks
This shit three-six-five, two-six-nine
You hear me, clearly

The whole team gotta work, from the manger 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 hanging 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 manger to the 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
Rock star, 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 shit, I don“t owe you nothing
I got a pint, bro got a pint, is you gon“ pour you something?

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 manger to the 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 spraying Glocks, Baccarat, or Creed (Sheesh)
I don“t box, bet these shots make “em bop and weave
You out here playing like the old Shaq, why you hopping teams? (Lame, yo old-ass out here hopping teams)
Tryna hit my bitch? You better off hitting 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, 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 manger to the 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 hanging off the banister)
(D-dollar sign-to the M, I“m the ambassador)