Empire ft. Elijah James 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 fuck 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 fucking 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