youza busta on real
can't see time wasted standing by a busta
witcha glock out looking dumb righ
witcha position positioned getting paid fake dollars not knowing about the real power spiritually
laying on your back for the honey
immah take you on a flight where wings don't start no drama
str8 emotion plus logic
flashbanging on em as the doors keep opening without an alarmed ranged
busta ain't nuthin about you have changed....
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