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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 SongtexteIf 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 the 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) Aus Songtexte Mania