Busy Dreamer

[Verse 1: Echo]
Pitcocked, shoe locked
I love it when I blew off
Uncertainable times it’s like but I’m as high as the fuckin’ rooftop
So many days I seem to want what I can’t have
And in the others I seem to get that of what I don’t need
It’s good to laugh and not be full of all the fuckin’ greed
And so many people don’t really act how they’re sposed to seem
To add to the lyrical rhyme scheme
I’m here to show what my mind’s seen
I’m not here rap fast and I’m not here to make jokes
I’m here to show another one of my basic ass rap flows
See, when I die I’m like a cat, I got several lives and babies cry when I pick em and look em in the eye
Look, incinerate the bitter hate, coming to regenerate a broken limb that was done broken in the war zone
I didn’t get revenge I had trapped em in the cordon
Start this shit in the morning till I finish it off tomorrow
I didn’t cuff your bitch my nigga a dude just borrowed
Make sure I spit the truth and that’s the word to the fucking cosmo
Shawty said she trippin cause my life is like my songs though
I’m not tryna act all fatherly aye
I just think if you rap then do it properly yuh

[Verse 2: I-Ball]
Yo, aye, ‘tis a beaner is a busy dreamer
Stizzy cheefer in his hizzy chillin’
Lookin’ at his hit list, he can’t wait, he’s got the jitters
So he makes his way to these figures
Flexes his AK and everyone dashes
Fast less compared to masters
But now he’s happy madly hacking this rap thing
Preparing to be a parent or the dad thing
He knows he’s got this in his pocket
Cause he’s even overlapping his own pops, shit