M-Hunt & Elijah James - Empire Lyrics

Yeah
They said I was never gonna get this far
And I got so much more to prove
Ain't no stopping now
I'm here to build and empire
Never expected to get this far
Only been here a second (yeah)
Still got awhile to go, I won't waste a second (nope)
And don't get it twisted (nah)
I ain't saying I came from the trenches (I didn't)
But I'll still scrap if a bitch want to f*ck with me
Wear his bones for a necklace
Look at me now mama (yeah)
They like what they see uh huh (yeah)
Even the haters moving up their f*cking seats uh huh (uh huh) (it's crazy)
Want a better view of what I'm bout to do to this beat uh huh
And if you think I'm choking under pressure, go listen to the third CD uh huh (get it)
I've been pulling the weight
Keep the colt in the vault right next to the gold
Rope chain soaked in champagne
Silk ropes looking like Pope aye
Still on that drill like Smoke
See how this game unfolds
Odds are stacked against still, yeah I know
Never stopped me before
When I'm stressed out I just toke
Sit back and write the realest shit that could be wrote
Record it, set fire to hoes and set the tone (yeah), like voicemail (what)
This shit is probably set in stone (yeah)
Searching for the Yellow Brick Road in case we haven't met before, now you know
No one beside me, I'ma hold my own
You won't deprive me of my soul, God
Cause I'm a soldier never fold, God knows
I hold my own
Build an empire, get parents retired (yeah)
Grab all attention, set the world on fire (yup)
Hustle everyday, never getting tired (what)
Don't ask me what I'm doing, just sit back and admire
Buy loved ones new houses
All the foreign of their dreams
Sitting up on leather couches
Stacking like a king
You'd swear I'm selling ounces
I ain't pushing product
But impressing my accountant
I'm the little prick you doubted
Years later still got they eyes on me
Said they like what they see
Then say my music sucked so badly
But I still get they streams
They critique and I get laughed at
Oh my, woe is me
I didn't expect these chickens to get this foul poetry (fowl poultry)
I'm just naming shit I hope to do in my eternity
I don't care bout failing though
It's not trying that worries me (true)
My friends talking their second
I don't even got first degree (nope)
But yesterday I got a DM, some kid say he worship me
That's why I put my struggles out there, to try to encourage the
Not ones to feel so discouraged, like the old god damn me, yeah
No one beside me, I'ma hold my own
You won't deprive me of my soul, God
Cause I'm a soldier never fold, God knows
I hold my own
Coming for they heads like Rambo
Serving up that crack like a bando
Can't tell me what I can't and I can do
Talking behind my back's what a fan do
I know this game like it's tattooed
Get touched but you'll never come back through
Go ahead and do what you plan to
I'm one step ahead every time you flex
Every time your odds go against you hoe
Showing me your hand is a bad move bro
You don't wanna go toe to toe
You'll be lucky if you touch me
I'mma run until I can't no more
I'm gon' kill it like I went to war
You don't want it, what you're looking for
Pray you duck me, could get ugly
Promise, be real, it ain't never gonna be fair
I ain't never gonna derail,
Now I gotta go hard till the break of dawn, better run from me
See here, I could tell don't wanna be here
Anyway you gotta be here
So you better hold on, ain't nowhere to run from me homie
I'ma a killer, killer
Swear you never known not anyone realer
When I hit my zone I'm a real don dealer
Riding through your hood and they all chinchilla
Shooters by my side and they all equipping
Heaters like the hall never catch me slippin
When you come to me better come right pimpin
When I see the law then you know we dippin, you trippin