[Intro: Shy Glizzy]
Found me, yeah, found me
I need you around me
Never felt this way before
Need me so good
Young Jefe Holmes
Satisfy me

[Verse 1: Shy Glizzy]
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
Popos came and got us, seen 'em 'fore 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, ain't even had no goals
And I'm one of the hardest, they actin' like I'm not, though
Made a million dollars, bitch, I did it in my trap clothes
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 n***a, you might hit a pothole
N***a got some racks, but I really want a lot more
Pool full of thots, no more junkies at my backdoor, uh
[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
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', oh-ooh)
If I gotta drill somethin'

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
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)

[Verse 2: Shy Glizzy, Chris Brown]
All this shit was destined, no, I don't take rejection
When that pussy n***a 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 (Yeah, yeah)
Bitch, you see this coat (Yeah), yeah, it's Haider Ackermann
Felt like I was broke until I got me some investments (Woo)
How much in that two liter? N***a, we ain't measurin'
In the car with two heaters, play and then we meltin' 'em (Bloaw)
N***as mad 'cause Glizzy hot, 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 hard dick, you hear her way up in the attic (Ooh)
Way up in the attic, yeah, my swagger out in Saturn (Woo)
Flyest young n***a in the world, yeah, bitch, I said it
I told her, "Call me daddy," yeah, yeah, then she said it
First we seal the baggies, yeah, yeah, then we mail it, oh
[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
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', oh-ooh)
If I gotta drill somethin' (If I gotta drill)

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
You know it's no days off (I stay on my)
Stay on my grind all the time (Grind)
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)

[Outro: Chris Brown]
I can't take no days off
No days off
Take no, oh, no
Oh, no