S.O.U.L. Purpose - I Stay Busy lyrics

[Verse 1: Mazzi and Buddy Slim] [Mazzi] I was a knucklehead, shedded enough of red. Instead Of f**ing with Glocks and rocks, I checked under the bed For stashed cash and dash, in and out of your crib So dead thoughts of catching me—chances thinner than bread Go ‘head [Buddy Slim] Yo, yo, my girl be riffing. We ain't getting it on I tell her, “Love, my time to shine is approaching the dawn” Every day is the same: little hustle, little gain, and a Job description is subject to change [Verse 2: Mazzi] It's been a long time coming, built our own foundation Scraping the plate, escaping the fate of our whole damn nation Our patience purely portrayed could be mistaken for hesitance Tap into energy of my ancestors for reference It's difficult to find formulas, believe in that science Each teach, reach one our strategic alliance Highest form of flattery is not this imitation Something I can't do. Your web or TV station steady chasing [Verse 3: Buddy Slim] It's like a rat race trying to get that cheddar Whether monkey suit, tie your boot. It's still no better You're either taxed by Sam or you're a flash in the pan The minute you think you straight, n***as dogging your plate That's why I can't wait to wrap this game like Reynolds Working hard like inmates breaking stones to pebble Used to party hardy with Bacardi, hotties blazing endo Focused like Malcolm by opportunity's window [Hook: Mazzi and Buddy Slim] [Mazzi] I don't be chilling on the corner no more, and I don't Visit the neighborhood bodega as much. It's just I'll be right at opportunities, dog, before The ghost writing my psychic comes too far for me to touch I stay busy [Buddy Slim] I don't be chilling with those hoes no more, and it's Hard to get around the way as much. It's just I'll be right at opportunities, dog, before The ghost writing my psychic comes too far for me to touch I stay busy [Verse 4: Mazzi] From a homeless crackhead to a big wig in tight suit All want to bask in the lap of luxury with ripe fruit Fresh spite, heads like cedar seeds you planted Now my pen writes, bend mics, spit—youth understand it Get it? Everybody don't quite see through your optical vision And everybody ain't let out of some [?] business We intruded, broke some shackles, topic-tackled, eight-year ha**les Swung a ta**el. ‘Bout time. Doubt rhymes is life for life These prime examples. Sick of painting samples Collected and reflected and projected in our poetry I'll be the embodiment of these words so you know it's me M-A-double-Purposely concerned if it's done soulfully Hopefully [Verse 5: Buddy Slim] Play this smart, stay true to the art Boots were shaking, I was patient. Things were falling apart I had haze for days, resorting to those old ways Blazing with these broads, Brewin telling me it don't pay Never listened. Now a victim of child support While they live life like a queen, I'm on life support Smoking Port, but what's it worth? I'm getting by barely Got to stay busy if I'm trying to feed these babies Got to make that change if I wanted the range Stayed weeded. What I needed was the courage to change Life was bad, but I didn't throw in the rag Figure n***a started getting ‘stead of sweating what I should of had [Hook: Mazzi and Buddy Slim] [Mazzi] I don't be chilling on the corner no more, and I don't Visit the neighborhood bodega as much. It's just I'll be right at opportunities, dog, before The ghost writing my psychic comes too far for me to touch I stay busy [Buddy Slim] I don't be chilling with those hoes no more, and it's Hard to get around the way as much. It's just I'll be right at opportunities, dog, before The ghost writing my psychic comes too far for me to touch I stay busy