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no days off - blocka (uk) lyrics

no days off lyrics
[intro]
it’s zyron blue baby

[hook]
i said it’s no days off cah this phone pays off
every other day, gotta go and make prof’
b*tches talk on my name, get your road taped off
in and out of streets like i don’t hate cops
yeah they talk on the net, they ain’t really on the roads
i just copped nine o’s and not one’s for the stove
got that certified link so i get it for the low
hustle so hard, you should already know

[verse 1]
times were getting hard, daddy started struggling
so i put a sim up in my phone and got to hustling
counting all these fives and these tens let this hunger in
nights in the cold, runny nose, belly rumbling
started with a q, made £20 prof
thought i was the man, now i get rid of a box
no stress, grinding like i’ve got no friends
cali in the riz, make sure it’s got no stems
got priorities, can’t be chasing these slags
pictures of horses on bricks of these slabs
breaking it down, start slinging in grams
counting this cash, road trip out to france
i ain’t just write words, me i fly birds
fly boy, i make nine fly, let the nine burst
what you know about tryna make the line twerk?
and getting rich off the trap if i don’t die first
[hook]
i said it’s no days off cah this phone pays off
every other day, gotta go and make prof
b*tches talk on my name, get your road taped off
in and out of streets like i don’t hate cops
yeah they talk on the net, they ain’t really on the roads
i just copped nine o’s and not one’s for the stove
got that certified link so i get it for the low
hustle so hard, you should already know

[verse 2]
i’m sorry dad that your son ain’t what you planned to be
bet you’re wishing that you never had a son as bad as me
i know i’m on the wrong path, reason why you’re mad at me
sixteen, i was pushing food and i was bagging keys
i was bagging dirt, had to get the bag and work
one thing i learned is if there’s beef i’ve gotta bang him first
cause i ain’t tryna end up on a newspaper
rather get the money first and the views later
no cap, they’re saying i can blow off rap
should i hit the booth or should i stick to selling blow and crack?
cah i’m stuck up in the fast lane
need some fast change so i’m running up in back lanes
we used to rob dealers for fun
if you beef us you’ve gotta beef us with guns
and i’ll still slap a g
remember times we was going halves on a bag of weed
[hook]
i said it’s no days off cah this phone pays off
every other day, gotta go and make prof
b*tches talk on my name, get your road taped off
in and out of streets like i don’t hate cops
yeah they talk on the net, they ain’t really on the roads
i just copped nine o’s and not one’s for the stove
got that certified link so i get it for the low
hustle so hard, you should already know

- blocka uk lyrics

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