Gla**es Malone - 24/7 - 365 lyrics

[Intro: Huey] (Gun shots) Let's go! The f** it is, n***a H.I.T.Z. Committee, ya dig? This what the f** we do, man From Que Records, to C.B.E.N.T To the 9-Factor, to mother f**ing Trillion Billion Dollar Beats This is what we do! [Hook] 24/7-365 on my grind, cause I, I gotta get mine, I gotta get mine [x2] How you gon' do it, n***a? (One) Hustle hard n***a, (Two) Stack paper, (Three) Cut the line n***a, (Four) Watch haters (One) Hustle hard n***a, (Two) Stack paper, 24/7-365 on my grind [Verse 1: Huey] Since I grind, these n***as have lost they mind Hating because I shine from family to all-kind That's 24/7, everyday of the year Everyday I am here, I gon' make sh** clear f** you, f** whoever got something to say 'Bout how I handle my business, I'm a do it my way I am young, I am smart, never small with some heart I can just taste my money when I hit the airport You next to overseas, I can smell the palm trees Guess I'm just a gra**hopper, attracted to all green Now listen to Al Green to bring out the old days Wishing O.G.'s was still stuck into they old ways No snitches, no b**hing, getting digits by the hour Ignore the phrase, "More money more power" As a Mama's boy I hate to see Mama cry So 24/7 - 365 on my grind, know why? [Hook] [Verse 2: Maino] (Listen) Now I'm a get it, I get it until my numbers call So I'm just a name and a memory on my homie's wall I be movin' O's, I'm tryna just build my dough up So I'm just a slab in a Corrimal with my toes up n***as deal with jealousy, baby how can they hate on me I'm a keep it thorough I'm not, not a celebrity I'm real like a Phoenix Sun, feel like my day is coming If I can just k** competition, then all the fees will come You can't stunt on I, the whole Summer's mine (Hi Hater) Got the country waving hi and bye Brooklyn to Saint Lou, Brooklyn we can't lose It's hustle hard, I'm a get it til' I can't move [Hook] [Verse 3: Gla**es Malone] It's the waterboy, we keep them bottles Jack I tell them haters bye, twist it hard and throttle back What they talking, dollas? We got a lot of that Cash Money Million, now go and swallow that Tricks make it rain, we don't carry ones I'm from 7th Street, now n***a where you from? It's a gang thang, can't it money counters All we do is slang, and pray on out-of-towners Ask around, homie, we some chain-checkers And we are not the same, so lame run yo' necklace It's a new West, the whole game respect us And f** these old rappers, since they won't accept us Ask around, G., A clown we spit them breezy raps And I would trade you n***a's life to bring Eazy back Man, you n***as wack, you got to coach a dime I'm 'bout to bring us back, look like the coast is mine [Hook]