Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Empire , by - The J.U.S.T.I.C.E. LeagueRelease date: 18.02.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Empire |
| I got a hundred Gs on my line |
| I ain’t eatin' Jacksons when I be in Overtown |
| Bitch I’m eatin' lavish, look up, ho, it’s snowin' now |
| I just throw the cabbage, J.U.S.T.I.C.E. |
| League gon' hold it down |
| Got a odor there in the attic, that’s a couple pounds |
| New Rolex that I ordered, that’s a hundred thou' |
| Time to milk the game, bitch I went and bought a cow |
| My nigga GDK a goon, he’ll gun you down |
| Slid up on him with the stick, yeah and sat him down |
| My nigga Nut so slick, they ain’t pat him down |
| I got a hundred niggas on my line |
| A hundred squares at a time, nigga, hold it down |
| Addicted to money, addicted to chips |
| My hoe was gay, now she addicted to dick |
| Addicted to this, addicted to that |
| I’m gettin' them stacks, it’s more addictive than crack |
| I’m addicted to money, addicted to chips |
| My hoe was gay, now she addicted to dick |
| Addicted to this, addicted to that |
| I’m gettin' them stacks, it’s more addictive than crack |
| Alright my patience runnin' thin |
| Olympic pools of money, I’m just glad I learned to swim |
| Cannonball, bitch, I hope your diving board’s sturdy |
| And I hope when dinner’s cold, my niggas do not desert me |
| Nah, but shit’s all good |
| The deal got signed and my split’s all good |
| And these haters pretendin' that it’s all good |
| Say that shit in person, man I wish y’all would |
| I say you lucky if your father was a figure |
| Cause my uncle was my father and my father was my nigga |
| And my mother so proud cause his son is gettin' bigger |
| I took time to load the bullets, now I’m 'bout to pull the trigger |
| Like boom, boom, boom, I’m a genius, god dammit |
| I ain’t the type to murder you, I’m more the type to plan it |
| So please take a seat if you really can’t stand it |
| Got success in my pocket and these rappers in a panic |
| But Skinny told me to do me |
| And don’t listen to anybody that knew me |
| Cause to have known me would mean that there’s a new me |
| And if you think I changed in the slightest could’ve fooled me |
| Yeah, nd to my city I’m the two-three |
| Drug dealers live vicariously through me |
| No bench time, nickname Starter-Drake |
| Franchise player, I don’t even get a water break |
| And these other lames is hardly mentioned |
| I bet that with this pen I could draw attention |
| But you can tell by my strut |
| I’m just chillin' in the cut, nigga what, and I’m feelin' like |
| Addicted to money, addicted to chips |
| My hoe was gay, now she addicted to dick |
| Addicted to this, addicted to that |
| I’m gettin' them stacks, it’s more addictive than crack |
| I’m addicted to money, addicted to chips |
| My hoe was gay, now she addicted to dick |
| Addicted to this, addicted to that |
| I’m gettin' them stacks, it’s more addictive than crack |