On my way to the top with theory,
Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee
Their buzz internet and mines in her net
Beat of the drum soon the rhythm of the dead.
Tired of the pain tired of the struggle
Just intentions to impress you, if capable
Thinkin of the the dreams
All that ass in your jeans
I used to have a nine to five
Of the book of your life
Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done
Why are we immersed in a theory of heaven?
The name of the game is
Cause bitch, i'm big business
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