No Days Off (feat. Chris Brown)

Young Jefe Holmes

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

Fuck boys came and got us in before 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, I ain't even had no goals

And I'm one of the hottest, they actin' like I'm not though

Made a million dollars, bitch, I did it and my trap closed

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 ****, you might hit a pothole

**** got some racks, but I really want a lot more

Pool full of thots, no more junkies at my backdoor, oh

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')

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, I don't take rejection

When them pussy **** 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

Bitch, you see this coat, yeah, it's Haider Ackermann

Felt like I was broke until I got me some investments

How much in that two liter? ****, we ain't measurin'

In the car with two heaters, play and then we mailin' 'em

**** mad 'cause Glizzy out, 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 all dick, you hear her way up in the attic

Way up in the attic, yeah, my swagger out in Saturn (Woo)

Flyest young **** in the world, yeah, bitch, I said it

I told her, "Call me daddy," yeah, yeah, and she said it

First, we seal the baggage, yeah, yeah, then we mail it, oh

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')

If I gotta drill somethin', you know it's— (If I gotta drill)

No days off (I stay on my), stay on my grind all the time

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)

I can't take no days off

No days off

Take no