365 ft. Jacko Suave

365, I know that it's been a while, but I'm on my grind, I can't take no time to filter out all the lies that were presented by the bitches that just want my shine

And to the clout chasers that be out here stealing lines, or to the other niggas that be out here cutting ties, shout out to my 9 to 5's, just give it time

And to the pussy niggas that try to cross the line, just know I keep a 9, even though I'm in the shade, I bet I'm gonna shine

I'm steady floating on the water, but y'all trying to brine, and all that salt up in the air irritate my eyes. I'm on my own wave, so it's time to change the tide

I can't hang out with these bitches, they be telling lies. I can't hang out with these niggas, they be switching sides. It's my inner thoughts, but they trying to come outside

Attention, attention. The inner thoughts have breached the C corridor in the 5th region. Inner thoughts are dangerous and unpredictable. This is a code black, I repeat, code black. This is not a drill. Seek shelter and stay indoors until further notice. Attention, attention

365 days and 24 hours, I'm trapping every day of the year. These niggas be lazy, these niggas be weird. Up in the club, I cannot just cry, that's why I be shedding a tear. 365, I'm reaching new tiers. Real diamonds all in my ears, they clear. They shining like chandeliers, for real

This shit is hard, but I make it look easy. I'm feeling so ruthless. Working so much, I get discounts at Ruth's' Chris. Hot as fuck right in the studio, but you know I'm always the coolest. Weed is so sticky, it's feeling like mucus. 365, don't do shit that's useless. Shawty treat me like I'm Jesus. She better not think that she's saucy and cross me like Judas. That's a real way to go ahead and lose me.

I'm tired of these niggas, they thinking they tough and they text on the net and they never gon' slide. I'm itching for lows so I can finally catch them lurking so I can go get them outside. I don't even care if you with your grandma, your momma, your daddy, I swear you gon' die. You better not run, you better not hide, cause I've got you in my sights

I shoot with no hezi, his brains is spaghetti. His family is praying he don't see the light. He's not gonna make it, his family can't take it. The oximeter looking like a blank line. They crying while doc looks up at the time, pronounce him dead at 10:49. I guess it's a sign (I guess it's a sign) Don't fuck with heji on 365