Busy

Tired of carbon copies
These bitches all wishy washy
Flippy floppy, I know they ain't really got me
They ain't got it up inside 'em keep it proper
Keep it 100, seen em done it, they ain't bout it
They ain't on it like I'm on it
Finally got it
Fam I peeped it, ain't no fam inside these projects
In my phone, it's like it's all these empty contacts
Be a man, if you got business
State your problems

Be a man, if you got issues, keep it solid
When I see you, say that same shit you was talking
I can't hear that coming from you when you smiling
Look me deep inside my eyes, I sense a liar
I sense a phony, that's why I stay on my lonely
When everybody calls you homie watch 'em closely
Watch 'em 'fore they hit the door with all yo' things
All your bracelets and your rings All your chains and all your keys

They could see me on that screen that's why they envious with greed
Watch for those you call your team
And when my hand grip on that wheel, I used to keep a full car
Now I've emptied every seat
I used to smoke a lot of weed with mothafuckas, yeah
Crazy how that shit clouded their brains
I used to put 'em on a pedestal above myself but nowadays it just don't feel the same

I used to think when mothafuckas was your family, you ain't have to remind em every Day
I used to think that words meant something forreal, but now forreal I feel that's changed
I guess you take a couple seconds to yourself, you can't come back the same
I guess I really don't know shit, I didn't realize that
That's really how muhfuckas feel about me
I guess it's that easy to forget about me



Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Gorny
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link