365

[Intro]
(What you sayin' Kief?)

[Chorus]
Three-six-five days of the year, bitch I'm hustlin'
I think my kidney is startin' to fail me with all this promethazine
Bloodshed, guns, and drugs, and murder, what we used to
Keep a Glocky on my body, don't shoot two-twos
Plenty late nights on that corner, in the field this shit get deadly
Plenty late nights in the gutter, wasn't nobody come to save me
Percs and lean, yes I'm a fiend, I'd rather that than be attached
'Cause I can't count how many times a nigga stabbed me in my back
Forty cal. in magazines, man I'm talkin' blue tips
Dirty Sprite, pourin' up codeine, now I cannot feel shit

[Verse]
I want money, I want me a lot of it
Spendin' bands like I just won the lottery
Oxycodone, it's all in my artery
[?] beginin' the start of it
Shoot out and pop out, Glocks, got a lot of it
Soldiers and members, yeah I got a lot of it
Come with the mafia 'cause they is apart of me
[?] them my bruddanem
You chase a ho, I chase money, I'm out of breath
They hate and envy but remain anonymous
And I'm cuttin' off anybody who profitless
When I was broke hoes ain't show me no love
When I was down I just wanted a hug
They ask how I cope, I just do it with drugs
I just pour my problems out my double cup

[Chorus]
Three-six-five days of the year, bitch I'm hustlin'
I think my kidney is startin' to fail me with all this promethazine
Bloodshed, guns, and drugs, and murder, what we used to
Keep a Glocky on my body, don't shoot two-twos
Plenty late nights on that corner, in the field this shit get deadly
Plenty late nights in the gutter, wasn't nobody come to save me
Percs and lean, yes I'm a fiend, I'd rather that than be attached
'Cause I can't count how many times a nigga stabbed me in my back
Forty cal. in magazines, man I'm talkin' blue tips
Dirty Sprite, pourin' up codeine, now I cannot feel shit