Bigfredo49 - No Days Off Lyrics

Ain't no days off in these streets
I swear i gotta hustle just to eat
Bill cars and mouths to feed
So i Scale it up then serve it to them feinds
My momma say this life ain't me
But I'm just tryna make for a feature
Tryna rock these shows every week
Gotta stack a Hunnid mil before i leave

Why these niggas hating on me why these niggas mad
All that jealous and envy just go and getcho bag
Them 100s 50s & 20s the shit i wish i had
Got in my lane now i carry in duffel bag
Gotta run this check up
Pussy ass niggas always hating but I'm next up
Slidin In 10 speed my shootas in a rental
Screaming grind hard but his murder on my mental
Killed my nigga dee now I'm riding with my pistol
Pop a xan a day mud rolling in my system
Coping with my pain why bullet didn't miss him
Now I'm writing raps tryna stack up on a million
I just stay to myself and i hustle everyday
And i gotta get that cake shout out to lil fra
Stay loyal to yo own clique and never switch away
Since a yungin same nigga i see em everyday

I told my niece and nephew i got yo back forever
My daddy told me be humble and live above the standard
My sisters say boy be careful and don't take life for granted lol
My momma guide through whatever and steer me when I'm stranded

Ain't no days off in these streets
I swear i gotta hustle just to eat
Bill cars and mouths to feed
So i Scale it up then serve it to them fiends
My momma say this life ain't me
But I'm just tryna make for a feature
Tryna rock these shows every week
Gotta stack a Hunnid mil before i leave

High in the whip man we be sorin don't complain where we goin
My bitch on my phone I'm hittin ignore I'll return it in the morn
I walk in the building rockin mic thanking god while performing
Pick up the backend Counting it up telling jav where we goin
Straight to the top
Ain't no mo walkin wit dope in the sock
Keep it one deep ya own niggas a plot
When they see the fame and the money ain't stop
I keep it on me just in case it get hectic
You think that I'm scared of a charge but I'm not
These VSS's on me staining my necklace
Reach for it and yo body gone drop
Drip different cause a nigga from Texas
Call me ranch cause a nigga be dressin
Sipping lean f*ckin up my intestines
Roll a wood cloud 9 is my destination
I'm f*ckin wit shooters they hatiatin
If ever hated on me I'm grateful
That's the shit that make me humble
If you give shot you know ima make it
I was the quiet kid in the group
Never rapped never wanted these jewels
Had the talent since i was in school
Slope said nigga get in booth
First track kinda went a lil hectic
Second one yea got a lil reckless
Third one I'm just markin the check list
Martin I'm ready so gimme my necklace

Ain't no days off in these streets
I swear i gotta hustle just to eat
Bill cars and mouths to feed
So i Scale it up then serve it to them fiends
My momma say this life ain't me
But I'm just tryna make for a feature
Tryna rock these shows every week
Gotta stack a Hunnid mil before i leave