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jg - 365 lyrics

[verse 1]

i been workin’ extra nights
i been workin’ overtime
i thought they knew it’s more than rhymes
like b-tch, you know i goes for mines
i could get it any way i want it
and the day they doubt it is the day i’m on it
b-tch i’m really bout it
i dont even flaunt it
niggas speak the loudest but ain’t really talkin’
this been what it is for days
so nigga get up out my face
my niggas they get it, and you?
you just “another day, the money comin’ soon, i just gotta wait,”
head -ss
don’t forget, we gettin’ paid my nigga
that shit’s a given
sharpest mind in the brain, and that is ever since an infant
so what don’t you get?
yeah, you get it how you live
and get what you give:
i been workin’ ever since i made the decision
to realize the potential has risen
into the supernovas, so far we did it
make mistakes, and then we live it
the boy is heaven sent, could see from a distance
and i could ressurect a dream when i live it
timing’s everything
invest and spend it

[bridge 1]

you live and you learn
this life for you ain’t really worth it
got your tie and your suit
but i know you ain’t really workin’
yeah you livin’, for what?
your life ain’t really got a purpose
grindin’ like 3 hundred 65
imma get it as long as i am alive
as i am alive

[hook]

365
grindin’ like 365
365
grindin’ like 365
’til the day i die
yeah, i don’t hear like nothin’ these niggas talkin’
niggas talkin’ ’bout
yeah, i don’t hear like nothin’ these niggas talkin’
niggas talkin’ ’bout
f-ck you sayin’ nigga?
what come out your mouth? what is you talkin’ bout?
f-ck you sayin’ nigga?
what come out your mouth? what is you talkin’ bout?

[verse 2]

nothin’, this shit ain’t up for discussion
we do not know nothing
‘lot of niggas wear that poker face
oh, we know that you bluffin’
f-ck them social networks
i ain’t got no time to get to chirpin’
boy, i’m ’bout my business
walk through clouds and you can’t scratch the surface
what’s the issue my beloved?
another lost nigga up in the jungles
i walk with lions, tigers, y’all niggas supper
‘lot of real niggas lost in abundance; sad shit
no one in my circle average
but big up to my nigga ave
‘lot of compositions, ‘lot of them mags
he’ll probably serve you cuban like he a maverick
got a bad b-tch, and she stressin’
booked a flight home, gave her a lesson
walk the tightrope with all these confessions
under the microscope since 20-11
got some niggas with me from the 1950
they could f-ck around and leave your body mission’
yeah, you know the dealie, don’t you ask a question
you should know better, man this life a blessin’

[hook]

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