éLDè #YYG - Busy Lyrics

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 f*cking 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