(feat. Chris Brown) | Young Jefe, holmes! 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
by Sanderlei Silveira - 11/04/2023 - US ∞
(feat. Chris Brown) | Young Jefe, holmes! 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, I 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 nigga, you might hit a pothole
Nigga got some racks, but I really want a lot more
Pool full of thots, no more junkies at my backdoor, oh
[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')
If I gotta drill somethin', you know it's—
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
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 nigga 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
Bitch, you see this coat, yeah, it's Haider Ackermann
Felt like I was broke until I got me some investments
How much in that two liter? Nigga, we ain't measurin'
In the car with two heaters, play and then we meltin' 'em
Niggas 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
Way up in the attic, yeah, my swagger out in Saturn (Woo)
Flyest young nigga 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')
If I gotta drill somethin', you know it's— (If I gotta drill)
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
No days off (I stay on my), stay on my grind all the time
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
Young Jefe, Holmes! Binêre, dema ku ez diwanzdeh salî bûm dest pê kir
Min stûna apê xwe xist û çû ser cokê wî
Sed sed li jeansên min, Bitch, min nekarî Girbaud
Xewnên rastîn ên Street, hemî hustlers hêviya min da
Popos hatin û me me kir, dît 'em' berê xwe dan derî (erê)
Ez nizanim ku wî çi gotiye, lê her tiştê ku ez dizanim ez nekim
Ez hîn jî tê bîra min dema ku em li ser astengên opps 'li ser masûlkeyên dijberan dan
Ez nizanim ka ez çawa li vir hatim, ez ne armancên xwe jî nebûm
I'm ez yek ji dijwar im, ew aktîf dikin 'mîna ku ez ne,
Mîlyon dolar çêkir, bitch, min ew di cilên trapê min de kir
Hood, ew dibêjin min ew çêkir, na, ez naxwazim mîna rap ho
Grammy Nominated, hûn nekêşin Mifteya dayikê
Ez tenê rastiyên didar im
Her çend guhdarî bikin
Tryna be kolanek Nigga, dibe ku hûn xefikek bixin
Nigga çend rahijan girt, lê ez bi rastî pir pir dixwazim
Pool tijî thots, no bêtir junkies li pişta min, OH
[Pêş-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Ew projeyan çêkir, serê xwe ber bi çiyayan ve kir
Trappin 'ji pişta xwe, bag tijî pileyên
Ger ez gomethîn bikujim parêzerê min li ser bilezê min girt
Ger ez ji bo somethin bimirim ', hûn pê dizanin-
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
NO DAYN XWE, HEM JI BO XWE JI BO
Ez nikarim rojên betal nekim (Oh, erê)
Dizanin ku ez gon im 'wê bistîne (Oh, erê)
[Verse 2: Shy Glizzy & Chris Brown]
Hemî vê shitê hate desteser kirin, na, ez red nakim
Gava ku ew Pussy Nigga Nipsey girt, sond xwar
Young Jefe ji bo Serokomar, erê, ez hilbijartina kolanê me
Aliyê min bitch ewqas xweşik, erê, ew çeka min a veşartî
Bitch, hûn vê kincê dibînin, erê, ew Haider Ackermann e
Hîs kir ku ez hatim şikandin heya ku min hin veberhênan ji min re got
Di wê du lître de çiqas? Nigga, em ne pîvandin e '
Di erebeyê de bi du germên, lîstin û hingê em meltin 'em
Niggas Mad 'dibe sedema germê glizzy, baş, bitch, ev ne mejî ye
Carinan ez wekî givin 'up hest dikim, lê ez tenê bimînim' dramatîk (Erê)
Hemî vî karê dijwar, ji ber vê yekê çiyayê te, ew fanatîk e
Ez dîk wê didim, hûn riya xwe di zikê xwe de dibihîzin
Way di atticê de, erê, swaggerê min li Saturn (Woo)
Flyest Young Nigga li Cîhanê, Erê, Bitch, min ew got
Min jê re got, "Bi min re gazî min bike," Erê, erê, wê hingê wê got
Pêşîn em baggies, erê, erê, wê hingê em wê nameyan dikin, Oh
[Pêş-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Ew projeyan derxist (bi rê ve kir), serê xwe ji bo girên (girên)
Trappin 'Backdoor, Bag Full of Pills (Woah, If I]
Ger ez gomethîn bikujim parêzerê min li ser bilezê min girt
Ger ez gomlîn bikim ', hûn dizanin ew- (heke ez ji drill)
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
No rojên betlaneyê (ez li ser xwe dimînim), her dem li ser giyayê min bimîne
Ez nikarim rojên betlaneyê nekim (nekare wê, oh, erê, ez nikarim bikim)
Dizanin ku ez gon im 'wê bistîne (Oh, erê)
[Outro: Chris Brown]
Ez nikarim rojên betlaneyê nekim
NO DAY OFF
Na