Lyrics:
Freeing the damned by being free as I am
And speaking belief into people sittin' with reason to stand
Who just might be needing a hand
I got you
9th
Remix
I'm sorry I ain't
I ain't get right back at'cha niggas
I've been a little busy with this Dynasty shit
But uh got my mind right, money been
Safe tryna hustle 'round here think there's money to be made
You'll get robbed by somebody underage
We don't rock brands like Vans, only J's
We don't
I decided it was time for me to live
But the hardest part is trying
They say you either get busy with living
Or get busy dying
You see there's
the power of the rhyme falls into the wrong hands, and
Makes you want to get up and start dancing
Even if it is Charles Manson who just happens, to be
and the prime example of what happens
When the power of the rhyme falls into the wrong hands, and
Makes you want to get up and start dancing
Even if it is
but you can't stay here
Let's go
I get lonelier each time
You go away I lose my mind
I lay awake til you come and make things right (yeah yeah)
I get
Man I met her on Monday
Went on Twitter, had her number by Tuesday
That's how I get it usually
Batman, black man on this Bruce Wayne
Please don't
dozed off
Watch me as of go off
Want change so get that quarterback
It’s like I’m playing nose guard
Them boys invade your privacy
You bumping that new
can’t get enough
And they all get alarmed when we summon
Already know that we wake the whole city up
If them boys get behind me then I’m running
And you know we always living up
247 say the ting I giddy up
Hmm, she no fucking get enough
She say boy ya hot
Me I burn steam out the clothes
When me say
reason
Talkin’ shit to me what’s the reason
You must’ve forgot that I don’t need you
Busy chasin’ money with my people
I’m chasin’
I’m racin’
Gone get
Murder
In the first degree
That's what you get when you're messin with the Busy Bee
Yeah, murder
You better write your will
I'm Busy Bee, I pay
the summer so they hoping I fall
When it's all said and done brother who can you call
When your own man's tryna run a plot on the boy
So I don't trust none
Huh
I swim in my thoughts
Puffing out my words
Sippin on my dirty moments I can't get enough
My blood on the brush so I just paint it on the walls
Oh hey wassup if you ain't know by now I'm L.C
The L stands for Living life the C is for Can't stop me
I feel the need to take this to top speeds
I
by my eyes
Yeah I got a couple brothers and they always by my side
Took the bullets out the gun and slapped him with my fucking nine
I met this bad
this clearly
But, boy, you really lost a friend
Did we really even have an end?
You've got one foot out the door
Said you found somebody else, you
Uh, yeah, the boy Extra
We right back at it like we left somethin' knaw'mean?
It's the R-O-C, since 9-6, you know we get busy
Got the young lady
you get dropped
I know boys with out guns that'll still come jack you
Have you running from your car before they even attack you
If you scared you
daughters
But done by scratches so save that water
This jam is packed so I just figure
All we need is the house to get bigger
and I'm never surprised, my stars aren't aligned cuz I'll never get by
So why have I even been sitting here dreaming I might as well snap right up out of it
True hustlers everyday get cash
True hustlers like to spend it, love to get that back
True hustlers so busy never text back
Calling shots, true
the drugs
Lot of pot in my process, love
Don't hate a nigga cause I'm blessed
Judge me by my progress, bruh
I obsess with every dollar I get
Fuck you think we
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