It Just Business
I wish you could walk a mile in my shoes
And see how it feels to be on the other side
Of those unforgiving eyes
Pride in that vail your looking through
Content with the stockholm syndrome
Of your day to day rituals
All escue cause your missing screws
Got you mentally running loose
Dont realise ultimate demise
Headless hens out the chicken coop
So funk your feelings
Man If im a villain
Then your a victim of the system
Make that pie your mission
Or except that little slice they're dishing
Dare you hate on my ambition
When You just lack a fraction of my visions
Just admit it
Its always been survival of the fittest
Dont forget it
Your either going to get got
Or your who doing the getting
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