Busy

(album: Speck Sixteens - 2012)

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All for the family and the fans, they are my sanity
They been the reason that all this shit happened
And I got no safety net, they keep my balanced and that's love
I live it and do it
I'm living through them and they live through my music
I must be dreaming
'Cause when all my favorite artists were selling records
I was just scheming
Crack of dawn, mopping floors at the Union
They have no meaning, turn hunger to hustle
Now I ain't full but I'm eating
Every day I'm working, but it's all the weekend
I swear on it all I'm grinding
It's for my city, I'm tryna take everyone with me
Love what I got, I want it all though
I've been the pilot, never on auto
Don't make me repeat that shit like back to back
No major label, I be passing cats lap to lap to lap to lap
Got this looking like the Indy, half a stack
Word to B-I-G from the D for that flow, MI boy
The force with me, I'm a Jedi boy
This ain't overnight, ain't no redeye boy
Now they ask about me like, "Who is he?"
I might not get all of the props, but I get one thing: busy