LuminBeats - EMPIRE (feat. Yung SV)

I suggest you get the fuck out my vision before I step
On your face and leave you in a bloody wreck
Empire waiting for someone to take it, don't just chase it
They'll be waiting for you, just praying for your next step
Reckless, but I keep a mind on top of it to clear the check
Balancing equations in my head, bitch leave me with no respect
I don't even know what I'm gonna do cause I told you that you wouldn't be ready yet
Holding a brick I mean literal brick and ready to kick out your whole fuckin' set
You put yo strap between yo hands, she saying you think you're tough
But when you talking bout' I'll beat yo ass I really called you're bluff
Bluffin' over your head, you can't cope with this yet
Deadin' that hoe that you think you can fuck with
You duck it, you choking up on something
Skeet, skeet, skeet, beat on a beat
You go home in a stretch, prolly told you they bet
And someone got they poll in a mess, yeah
Give it your best, six shots at your chest
But now they all missed, now you runnin' the set
Shot about 14 rounds out of that pistol
He dropped out the clip, pussy boy He just guessed
You ran up on me thinkin' I ain't really fuckin' packing
Man you ain't got respect if you think that I am lackin'
We'll get there, we'll get there
Spend bands all on you and I know you gonna like it
They talking and they dissin' but bitches always be tripping
Fuck that school I'm skipping, they bitch and tell me they kidding
I'm nice as hell misunderstood, you get the message
People round me cause paranoia but I could end 'em
Toss 'em round like some Caesar Salad, it all depends bro
I'm telling you you can keep your life, 'cause you a lil' dude
I ain't gotta purpose to kill you cause you gave me views
Speaking cap on my name yo bitch blow me like a tissue
Don't push it too far buddy, I might shoot you in you like a Crip do
I ain't on no gang shit but I'll send my mobsters to you
They pass your bitch around the crew and post it on YouTube
Stacking it up, man it's pound after Pound
Imma' stash that shit up in the motherfuckin' walls
Build an empire outta nothing
Shoot round after round, till' that motherfucker fall
Man I feel like I'm just Heisenberg up in this bitch and I'm bussin' yo crown, boy you better call Saul
Cracking them shells man you hittin' the deck, and I roll up with armies, yeah that's how we ball
Aye, aye
Sneak dissing
I just be here chilling with my girl and that's a feeling
No man in her life other than me, but we be distant
Fuckboy, we'll take you out of existence

Written by:
Andy Ricketts, Samuel Dewitt

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