Busy by Eddie Gabriel Lyrics
[INTRO]
High, High High
Oh My God!, its Fams on the beat
[Chorus]
Busy on my lane
Busy rhythm on my lay lay
Show me when I sain like a saint, make me a great day
Singing in my prayers, Building up my name, name
Like a billion dollar manor as my main stay
And my norm on a wage we can coin it bil' bale
Even on my late days
Aye, step up my pay mates
Ain't a cool guy, Rapper singing late nites
Busy with the twerkin' nates
Tryin' to pick the best dates
Tryin' to live the best
When sun shine I keep on making hay
Busy on my Day, even nite I don't Lay
Eeh!!!...
[VERSE 1]
I'm getting better, every rise like a giant (like a Nairan)
To where the stash at, inclined to make the dial (in the call)
Guarded, grubbin', getting greens
Crave more of what I'm being paid
Quest for moola gate, name it Eddie's tale
Get this: I'm a nutcase
Think like Einstein, hit like drizzy drake (crazy, yeah)
I'll be the task force, you my prior case (uhn uhn)
Everyday I be workin’ on more upgrade, version update (yeah)
Money pop, tree - of cash
Money make the system operate, Yeah
Under my raw strength, halo
A lot of questions poppin' on my mind, should deal like Pablo or biz like Jeff Bezos (lotta them)
I asked my brother he told me to choose right (choose right)
I got power to seize in the system (hold on it)
Niggas trynna play I lay him, I'm street smart (hit)
Busy on my lay, baking me some big cheddar
Up my mama, live at large, stack the paper
Stick to that, Zedalaidah
(Crazy Bisi making fringes on his lane, yeah)
Reel like a bandit
Nail the nigga donning baggy (no slacks)
Sipping on my hard edge
Simon Says be all-alerted
“Early bird gets the worm” that's an adage
Don't get petered out, let's boogie, oh woah woah
Tellin' that Bitch called life don't gag when I'm on my set (when I'm on my set)
No going down, Stuck on the flight, only choice I get (up)
"Under the Rock" is the only way into my city yet
Plein on my body, neck heavy, Crystal in my crest (ne'er dehydrated)
Back ain't no way, do the best, no space to leave rest
[Chorus]
Busy on my lane (lane)
Busy rhythm on my lay lay (lay, lay)
Show me when I sain like a saint, make me a great day
Singing in my prayers, Building up my name, name
Like a billion dollar manor as my main stay (on it)
And my norm on a wage we can coin it bil' bale
Even on my late days
Aye, step up my pay mates (billion gangs)
Ain't a cool guy, Rapper singing late nites
Busy with the twerkin' nates
Tryin' to pick the best dates (skrrt skrrt)
Tryin' to live the best
When sun shine I keep on making hay
Busy on my Day, even nite I don't Lay
Eeh!!!...
[BRIDGE]
Going all out, 'cause I need it all now
I been waiting too long to lay my hands on the crown
Drop-top wave pull a crowd, 'tis the time I surmount
(From now I vow to go the cloud, up there, where the birds chow)
Woah woah woah woah woah (like that)
[VERSE 2]
I was raised up in suburbs, and I grew up with lil' greens
But when growing, I'll give my children all the life I never got to see
You see, you gotta give 'em vibes to make 'em dance to beats (dance to beats)
Inexplicable compulsion to put Food on the table (table)
Able to disable the cable of pausity, in the best city
If I have to do shit to pave way for my generation
It’s my duty (it’s my duty)
I remember when it got so problematic
I didn't make the right decisions in handling money
I got really broke and owe bank fifty in the process of schooling
Schooling almost fell apart and I'm only putting its pieces together
Since 'ts my thingy, innit?
No one to ask for help 'cause people look up to me
They think I got enough on me but I was empty, empty
Only got my brother, mom and daddy
Shit was so bad
I couldn't be for less and don't have for more
But I didn't want how they look me so high to go away at all
In my feelings, I'm struggling to make a great name for me and my family (family)
So I started thinking
Writing my mind in forms and rapping (huh huh)
Honing in on my every talent
Missing the old me, now I do things out of control
I keep pulling off my shits with no-no sign of-of condole
Got a Crystal ball no more fear of future
Sure to picture how the end shows
I'm the Crack Rapper
Rap Crack, stack perk, think tank, no taking it slow, slow
M-M-Music now a struggle!
Too many rappers host
But I choose to stash rhema like a preacher in lyrics post, uh!
Ain't taking raps by someone else, I don't commune with ghosts
You dealing with a true writer
I'm Tolstoy, I haul bars like a dray
So quaint with many-a-talks to fill your ears and make rappers go grey
Mayhap if I was born in the 70s I would spell M and J
O' course I rep God I rep Jayhovah
Mi tune chi on all day (Like That!)
[BRIDGE]
Zedalaidah busy lay, rhythm stand like cruck
Turn the volume down a little!, I'll be loud as fuck
(Adebo Baby)
[Chorus]
Busy on my lane (lane)
Busy rhythm on my lay lay (lay, lay)
Show me when I sain like a saint, make me a great day
Singing in my prayers, Building up my name, name
Like a billion dollar manor as my main stay (on it)
And my norm on a wage we can coin it bil' bale
Even on my late days
Aye, step up my pay mates (billion gangs)
Ain't a cool guy, Rapper singing late nites (yeah)
Busy with the twerkin' nates
Tryin' to pick the best dates (skrrt skrrt)
Tryin' to live the best
When sun shine I keep on making hay
Busy on my Day, —— even nite I don't Lay
Eeh!!!...
[OUTRO]
I be all about the green
Busy reading numbers of Mai greens
Bitches wanna suck all of my green
Niggas wanna tap into that green
(hoo yeah yeah, hoo yeah yeah)
Blame The Beat On Fams!
(fade: hoo yeah yeah, hoo yeah yeah)
High, High High
Oh My God!, its Fams on the beat
[Chorus]
Busy on my lane
Busy rhythm on my lay lay
Show me when I sain like a saint, make me a great day
Singing in my prayers, Building up my name, name
Like a billion dollar manor as my main stay
And my norm on a wage we can coin it bil' bale
Even on my late days
Aye, step up my pay mates
Ain't a cool guy, Rapper singing late nites
Busy with the twerkin' nates
Tryin' to pick the best dates
Tryin' to live the best
When sun shine I keep on making hay
Busy on my Day, even nite I don't Lay
Eeh!!!...
[VERSE 1]
I'm getting better, every rise like a giant (like a Nairan)
To where the stash at, inclined to make the dial (in the call)
Guarded, grubbin', getting greens
Crave more of what I'm being paid
Quest for moola gate, name it Eddie's tale
Get this: I'm a nutcase
Think like Einstein, hit like drizzy drake (crazy, yeah)
I'll be the task force, you my prior case (uhn uhn)
Everyday I be workin’ on more upgrade, version update (yeah)
Money pop, tree - of cash
Money make the system operate, Yeah
Under my raw strength, halo
A lot of questions poppin' on my mind, should deal like Pablo or biz like Jeff Bezos (lotta them)
I asked my brother he told me to choose right (choose right)
I got power to seize in the system (hold on it)
Niggas trynna play I lay him, I'm street smart (hit)
Busy on my lay, baking me some big cheddar
Up my mama, live at large, stack the paper
Stick to that, Zedalaidah
(Crazy Bisi making fringes on his lane, yeah)
Reel like a bandit
Nail the nigga donning baggy (no slacks)
Sipping on my hard edge
Simon Says be all-alerted
“Early bird gets the worm” that's an adage
Don't get petered out, let's boogie, oh woah woah
Tellin' that Bitch called life don't gag when I'm on my set (when I'm on my set)
No going down, Stuck on the flight, only choice I get (up)
"Under the Rock" is the only way into my city yet
Plein on my body, neck heavy, Crystal in my crest (ne'er dehydrated)
Back ain't no way, do the best, no space to leave rest
[Chorus]
Busy on my lane (lane)
Busy rhythm on my lay lay (lay, lay)
Show me when I sain like a saint, make me a great day
Singing in my prayers, Building up my name, name
Like a billion dollar manor as my main stay (on it)
And my norm on a wage we can coin it bil' bale
Even on my late days
Aye, step up my pay mates (billion gangs)
Ain't a cool guy, Rapper singing late nites
Busy with the twerkin' nates
Tryin' to pick the best dates (skrrt skrrt)
Tryin' to live the best
When sun shine I keep on making hay
Busy on my Day, even nite I don't Lay
Eeh!!!...
[BRIDGE]
Going all out, 'cause I need it all now
I been waiting too long to lay my hands on the crown
Drop-top wave pull a crowd, 'tis the time I surmount
(From now I vow to go the cloud, up there, where the birds chow)
Woah woah woah woah woah (like that)
[VERSE 2]
I was raised up in suburbs, and I grew up with lil' greens
But when growing, I'll give my children all the life I never got to see
You see, you gotta give 'em vibes to make 'em dance to beats (dance to beats)
Inexplicable compulsion to put Food on the table (table)
Able to disable the cable of pausity, in the best city
If I have to do shit to pave way for my generation
It’s my duty (it’s my duty)
I remember when it got so problematic
I didn't make the right decisions in handling money
I got really broke and owe bank fifty in the process of schooling
Schooling almost fell apart and I'm only putting its pieces together
Since 'ts my thingy, innit?
No one to ask for help 'cause people look up to me
They think I got enough on me but I was empty, empty
Only got my brother, mom and daddy
Shit was so bad
I couldn't be for less and don't have for more
But I didn't want how they look me so high to go away at all
In my feelings, I'm struggling to make a great name for me and my family (family)
So I started thinking
Writing my mind in forms and rapping (huh huh)
Honing in on my every talent
Missing the old me, now I do things out of control
I keep pulling off my shits with no-no sign of-of condole
Got a Crystal ball no more fear of future
Sure to picture how the end shows
I'm the Crack Rapper
Rap Crack, stack perk, think tank, no taking it slow, slow
M-M-Music now a struggle!
Too many rappers host
But I choose to stash rhema like a preacher in lyrics post, uh!
Ain't taking raps by someone else, I don't commune with ghosts
You dealing with a true writer
I'm Tolstoy, I haul bars like a dray
So quaint with many-a-talks to fill your ears and make rappers go grey
Mayhap if I was born in the 70s I would spell M and J
O' course I rep God I rep Jayhovah
Mi tune chi on all day (Like That!)
[BRIDGE]
Zedalaidah busy lay, rhythm stand like cruck
Turn the volume down a little!, I'll be loud as fuck
(Adebo Baby)
[Chorus]
Busy on my lane (lane)
Busy rhythm on my lay lay (lay, lay)
Show me when I sain like a saint, make me a great day
Singing in my prayers, Building up my name, name
Like a billion dollar manor as my main stay (on it)
And my norm on a wage we can coin it bil' bale
Even on my late days
Aye, step up my pay mates (billion gangs)
Ain't a cool guy, Rapper singing late nites (yeah)
Busy with the twerkin' nates
Tryin' to pick the best dates (skrrt skrrt)
Tryin' to live the best
When sun shine I keep on making hay
Busy on my Day, —— even nite I don't Lay
Eeh!!!...
[OUTRO]
I be all about the green
Busy reading numbers of Mai greens
Bitches wanna suck all of my green
Niggas wanna tap into that green
(hoo yeah yeah, hoo yeah yeah)
Blame The Beat On Fams!
(fade: hoo yeah yeah, hoo yeah yeah)