| Empire, help me stack up my riches
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| Empire, protect me thru the treches
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| Listen, think big and we can all make it
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| Protect the boss, cause if I leave right now we all naked
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| Empire, our talent right now is proven
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| Empire, can’t be on that Batron Rouge shit
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| We ball exclusive, bags of gold shit, me and my dawg Juicy
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| Whole lable lethal, real people love our music
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| Empire, get off your ass if you wanna see a bag
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| I’m on my dick, kick rocks if you can’t bring a bag
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| Bid farwell to prison, now it’s business and wealth
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| Eatings my vision, money is health
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| Bigger than ever, rich forever, I got real estate
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| Business move, finess’n dudes, track life, poker face
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| I’m the one man show, we straight, we jet ride
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| I’d like to welcome the whole world to my fuckin' empire
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| Let’s get it
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| No more hell, no more jail
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| No more catching sales
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| No more bags on the pistol just to catch the shells
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| Told my mama no more stressing when we check the mail
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| I got us, put that on me, just pray I never fail
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| I told em' bout them niggas, they won’t listen
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| Now they looking at the pictures on the Insta
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| Tryna figure how we living
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| Came from a shack with them cracks in the ceiling
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| Taking losses everything 3 months nigga, now I’m winning
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| Crowd on the beach, chain swing and they listen
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| No more rainy days over here, everyday Christmas
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| Ballin' like them boys up on 95 nigga
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| If Badazz Jordan, then I gotta be Pippen (Pussy)
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| Empire, bitch I’m Nicki of the clique
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| Dropping hit after hit, all these niggas wanna hit
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| Im focused on the bag, too legit to quit
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| Go and get some money nigga, get up off your dick
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| Empire, who ya love Sissa Maya
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| Hot girl, wipe me down cause I got that fire AK
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| A hundred rounds if you wanna try and make that
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| It’s goin' down, fuck with this empire
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| Empire, when I spit it, I set the booth on fire
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| Can’t deny, cause I’m comin' with it a million miles
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| I keep the fire, I set it off
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| Applyin pressure, no letting off
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| That ENT, we taking off
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| Thanks to the boss, we run the south
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| Everything’s real shit comin' out my mouth
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| We speak the truth, it never fail
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| We stacking mail, saying fuck jail
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| If you ain’t built like us, then tuck your tail
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| We all dawgs, we don’t buck at all
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| When it’s time to kill, we bite shit
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| Mike Tyson, nothin' icy
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| I know you heard bout them indictments, bitch
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| We them niggas that make lips quiver
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| Fixin' to shake the game, better grip something
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| Imma be off the leash in a room full of actors
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| I’ll emcee box a nigga quick
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| Think that I’m gonna make her rich
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| She get nothing but conversation and dick
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| She gotta split in a minute
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| I gotta get back to the studio making these hits
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| Nigga, I am It boy, in a clown mask
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| Ready for whatever with my empire
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| These days, I see more back, I see more back
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| But the K’s are coming
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| I’m a boss nigga, but I might send ya four
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| Nigga, posted up with my hands folded
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| Nigga, run up on me and see the crossroads
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| You are not a thug, turn you dust and bones |