Kardi - Busy

{Intro: (Snippet from “Friday Night Lights”)}
We gotta lighten up. We’re 17
Do you feel 17?

{Verse 1: Kardi}
I got big dreams
Ironically, I never sleep because of it
I’m working when these other kids on they slumber shit
Sacrficing all I got simply for the love of it
But I been flirting with fortune, and I’m tryna be fucking rich
So I’m grinding till the sun rising
Gotta make a beat, write a rhyme and read political science
I just wanna be recognized as the livest
Nigga to come outta New York in a long time
I just don’t got time to relax and just kick back
Get smacked, I gotta do some homework or kick raps
People think I got kidnapped cuz they never get hit back
They ask me where I been at, I’m like, “I'm writing this track”
I wish I could chill but I really got some work to do
This shit is more important, please don’t take it personal
But fuck the games, I’m tryna charter planes
And make sure the whole world knows my name, so I gotta say

{Bridge}
Wish I could stay, but I really gotta go
I got school in the morning and tonight I got a show
I got no time for rest because I’m always on the road
But you can hit me later, here’s the number to my phone

{Hook}
I’m busy
Let me call you later
Wish I could talk, but I gotta get this paper
Baby, I’m busy, chasing my dreams
So please leave your name and number after the beep
Said homie, I’m busy
Let me call you later
Wish I could talk, but I gotta get this paper
I’m busy, chasing my dreams
So please leave your name and number after the beep, peace

{Verse 2}
Got a lot more on my plate than the average kid
Then again, I ain’t tryna do no average shit
So I’m a loan on some Stafford shit
Later for these broads, my whole family counting on me like an abacus
I rarely see my pops and he ain't a deadbeat
Work 100 hours a week just to make ends meet
Plus doing overtime to afford prep school
Me being unsuccessful would be straight disrespectful
Where I grew up, niggas barely got a pot to pee
And now I’m brushing shoulders with the aristocracy
I’m tryna live like them, man, this broke shit is not for me
So failure’s not an option, and neither is mediocrity
My doctor say with all the stress, I’m playing with my health
But these damn student loans ain't gonna pay themselves
So fuck being broke, I’d rather be in a ditch
No rest for the weary, I can sleep when I’m rich

{Bridge}

{Hook}

{Verse 3}
I can already see it now
I’m that new nigga everybody talk about
Headlining SOB’s, in a day it sold out
Look around and I see Jay and ‘Ye in the crowd
Every major label’s saying they who I should sign with
Anyone who fronted suddenly is back on my dick
And I’m doing more numbers than a Cyrus
Blow up, and now that I’m rich, my famine like I’m Irish
I’ll make it come true, wait till I get my money right
With my drive, I’ll retire by 25
This game is real frustrating though, I can’t lie
But I’ma make it, I’m just waiting for my time
This ain’t Maybach music, this is Metrocard music
For anyone who’s grinding that was told that they couldn’t do it
So while you’re partying, I’m locked in, working
Cuz I know that in the end, it’ll all be worth it


{Bridge}

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