Zeuce - Imperial

Nothing's the same
You trynna make me nervous, you're losing your wings
Maybe I'm chalkin it up to the game
Straight from the gang
Noticing a pattern involved so baby we can't, mesh
Hit b4 i went to the club now that's a pre game , stretch
Put a ring on ya urgent ting cuz when the bitch say, yes
And ya cousin gonna try make threats and we gon all say, less
(What you trynna do? Change the game?)
Fuck it I made the game And you a liar if you say I didn't pave a lane
It's AV nigga, save a plane
David Blaine on these fuck niggas, prolly gonna change wit fame
Like nas face, imma stay the same (It's real)
Zeuce is always gotta get it, when it's been a minute
Output Daddies little girl, put some nigga in it
And I love to see the dimple in your smile, dimple in your back (Uh) too
No long talk, I'm 3 subtract 2
U 3 subtract 3
See me divide sleep and multiplying the music til we subtract you (Watch it)
Woo Music got me on my Ryu (Watch it)
Woo Music got me on my Ryu (Woo)
Hit em with hadouken ya doomed (Woo)
Hit em with hadouken ya doomed
They puttin kids in em cages
They think that race is contagious
Just cuz the pills is delivered in unison . don't mean you'll go to the matrix
Haters get dealt with in phases
We blow the haze in they faces
Play with my brothers, it's dangerous
Play with my money, it's dangerous
Blunt after blunt, blunt after blunt
Blunt after blunt after blunt after blunt
Blunt after blunt, they thought the weed was a skunk
Blunt after blunt, blunt after blunt
Blunt after blunt after blunt after blunt
Blunt after blunt, they thought the weed was a skunk yeah
Money affi mek
Road affi tek
Chrome affi tek
Goal affi mek
Gold up yuh neck
I want a mansion in Bora Bora
The fashion is sorta, like a young Tyson , imported water
The ice is important to the heal the sores , she polar hoarder
I'm callin her over, panty decoder, not a promoter, we holdin the border
Now check me out
Fuck the owner , he just mad cuz I own her
I fuck and never make requests but I might give her a pointer
I'm cool with all her employers, I could never avoid her
Got a quarter of Rockstar, man there go a cop car
What you need huh?
Why you trynna pull me over, I ain't speed huh?
Why you trynna pull me over, I'm with gs huh?
We just trynna get our money and stay lowkey
Everybody in the city think they know me

Written by:
Marlon Swyer

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