Busy - Packy

All for the family and the fans, they are my sanity

They been the reason that all this shit happened

And I got no safety net, they keep my balanced and that’s love

I live it and do it

I’m living through them and they live through my music

I must be dreaming

'Cause when all my favorite artists were selling records

I was just scheming

Crack of dawn, mopping floors at the Union

They have no meaning, turn hunger to hustle

Now I ain’t full but I’m eating

Every day I’m working, but it’s all the weekend

I swear on it all I’m grinding

It’s for my city, I’m tryna take everyone with me

Love what I got, I want it all though

I’ve been the pilot, never on auto

Don’t make me repeat that shit like back to back

No major label, I be passing cats lap to lap to lap to lap

Got this lookin' like the Indy, half a stack

Word to B-I-G from the D for that flow, MI boy

The force with me, I’m a Jedi boy

This ain’t overnight, ain’t no redeye boy

Now they ask about me like, «Who is he?»

I might not get all of the props, but I get one thing: busy