Busy

I hear the phone its calling Cant call you back right now I'm busy in the bando Mashing mango Breakin down 120 heat on a baking sheet We cook it down and Sling it out Its on repeat the smells released Bring it round and make a pound F*ck it n bring a crowd F*ck this town im breaking out Most these man are chasing clout I'm chasing money making pounds Best be keen cause I got my team We keep it clean don't make a sound We robbed off (shhh) n chopped up (shh) left his face in the fucking ground But ano the phone is calling and I got this food on my hands They calling us the sinners real life winners cant look back I've seen your stack its falling you can't say you wrap no bands Got no dingers got no chingers Tell me bro how you move so mad Bros fresh out of the can with the same old plan Graveyard shift in the bando Flip the mix like hes pablo Making moves off a trap phone Popped in a pan making Ps from a gram Paint a picture like van gooogh Got the heat like its nandooos Move my feet n let's tangoo Up all night got my vision in sight Nothing on earth that can stop me now My future is bright but i see blue lights Only man that can drag me down Cant waste no time with a Nokia line Two am n can you hear that sound Life like mine than uno that vibe Stacking weight just to make a pound Cant answer your call cant talk right now Every time that I fall I can't have you around Same old shit from the from the same old pricks In the Same old bits get me out this town Heads getting loud it screams and shouts I know what to do just show me how Stuck in the mix get me out this town Gotta build with bricks or chop em down Mixing it and flipping it thats fishscale in a bowl Whisking it we risking it thats sofenting the blow Profits fron the powder that youre stuffing in your nose We made it up and lost it that's the power of the road Obsessed with the grind cant sleep at night Got to Train my body got to train my mind Give up temptations and all these lies I dunno what's left but I'll make it right Surfing sofas trying to get by Stuck to the grind it's a way to survive Took some strength from deep inside Look into my eyes can you read my mind I'm up late working party swerving hands on a pad for a brand new purpose Quite concerning stacks im earning P ands Qs is how im learning It all comes round its like a circuit Fuel to the fire n it keep on burning YYG n we putting that work in Pinch of salt with the shit im serving Stabbed in the back but I stook by your side Grabbing a bag and im running out of time I'm out in the open no place to hide Just my way of coping with shit in my mind I'm stuck together with tape and glue There's gaps between and im leaking through F*ck what you heard it was probably true But you're living in the past I'm here brand new It's all cap cap that you hear these days They wanna chat bad til I left a stain They think im mad the way I take the pain Gonna stack like a bank and fly away When im In smoke I ring Mr nice Hes got heat in hands make them freeze like ice Make your head sway like smoking spice We keep it rhyl yeah we keepit nice The earth stood still but my minds still quaking Chasing a dream But it keeps on evading Back to the grind with the bando baking Writing up tunes get the bando shaking Put me to the test let's see what I have Life or death and let's see who I am Aint no fake don't flex for the gram Don't smile for rhe cam im the man that I am Came to the game with a brand new plan Camt keep it clean with dirt on my hands Ano how it's played n ano who I am Cant pave my way make way for the gang