S.O.U.L. Purpose ft. Buddy Slim - “I Stay Busy”
[Produced by King Koncepts and Zvi Edelman]
[Verse 1: Mazzi and Buddy Slim]
[Mazzi]
I was a knucklehead, shedded enough of red. Instead
Of fucking with Glocks and rocks, I checked under the bed
For stashed cash and dash, in and out of your crib
So dead thoughts of catching me—chances thinner than bread
Go ‘head
[Buddy Slim]
Yo, yo, my girl be riffing. We ain’t getting it on
I tell her, “Love, my time to shine is approaching the dawn”
Every day is the same: little hustle, little gain, and a
Job description is subject to change
[Verse 2: Mazzi]
It’s been a long time coming, built our own foundation
Scraping the plate, escaping the fate of our whole damn nation
Our patience purely portrayed could be mistaken for hesitance
Tap into energy of my ancestors for reference
It’s difficult to find formulas, believe in that science
Each teach, reach one our strategic alliance
Highest form of flattery is not this imitation
Something I can’t do. Your web or TV station steady chasing
[Verse 3: Buddy Slim]
It’s like a rat race trying to get that cheddar
Whether monkey suit, tie your boot. It’s still no better
You’re either taxed by Sam or you’re a flash in the pan
The minute you think you straight, niggas dogging your plate
That’s why I can’t wait to wrap this game like Reynolds
Working hard like inmates breaking stones to pebble
Used to party hardy with Bacardi, hotties blazing endo
Focused like Malcolm by opportunity’s window
[Hook: Mazzi and Buddy Slim]
[Mazzi]
I don’t be chilling on the corner no more, and I don’t
Visit the neighborhood bodega as much. It’s just
I’ll be right at opportunities, dog, before
The ghost writing my psychic comes too far for me to touch
I stay busy
[Buddy Slim]
I don’t be chilling with those hoes no more, and it’s
Hard to get around the way as much. It’s just
I’ll be right at opportunities, dog, before
The ghost writing my psychic comes too far for me to touch
I stay busy
[Verse 4: Mazzi]
From a homeless crackhead to a big wig in tight suit
All want to bask in the lap of luxury with ripe fruit
Fresh spite, next life. See the seeds you planted
Now my pen writes, bend mics, spit—youth understand it
Get it? Everybody don’t quite see through your optical vision
And everybody ain’t let out of some volatile visits
We intruded, broke some shackles, topic-tackled, eight-year hassles
Swung a tassel. ‘Bout time. Doubt rhymes is life for life
These prime examples. Sick of painting samples
Collected and reflected and projected in our poetry
I’ll be the embodiment of these words so you know it’s me
M-A-double-Purposely concerned if it’s done soulfully
Hopefully
[Verse 5: Buddy Slim]
Play this smart, stay true to the art
Boots were shaking, I was patient. Things were falling apart
I had haze for days, resorting to those old ways
Blazing with these broads, Brewin telling me it don’t pay
Never listened. Now a victim of child support
While they live life like a queen, I’m on life support
Smoking Port, but what’s it worth? I’m getting by barely
Got to stay busy if I’m trying to feed these babies
Got to make that change if I wanted the range
Stayed weeded. What I needed was the courage to change
Life was bad, but I didn’t throw in the rag
Figure nigga started getting ‘stead of sweating what I should of had
[Hook: Mazzi and Buddy Slim]
[Mazzi]
I don’t be chilling on the corner no more, and I don’t
Visit the neighborhood bodega as much. It’s just
I’ll be right at opportunities, dog, before
The ghost writing my psychic comes too far for me to touch
I stay busy
[Buddy Slim]
I don’t be chilling with those hoes no more, and it’s
Hard to get around the way as much. It’s just
I’ll be right at opportunities, dog, before
The ghost writing my psychic comes too far for me to touch
I stay busy
