BabyTron - 365 Day Grind lyrics

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 banistеr
D dollar sign-to the M, I'm the ambassador

Fuck a thirty day grind
I'ma do the calеndar
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)