Empire lyrics
by Griselda
[Intro: Conway]
Yeah
I'm that n*gga fo'real though, n*gga
Mm-hmm
[Verse 1: Conway the Machine & Westside Gunn]
Look, my shooter stay with his Roscoe
Drinkin' the Culture Cypher, little powder 'round his nostrils (Sniff)
I'm OG like Rodney Little
If it's a problem with you, I promise I gotta pop the pistol (Pah, pah, pah)
You not official, 350's I rock, I got for a nickel
You's a fake n*gga, I'm opposite you (I ain't you, n*gga)
From the most dangerous city in the Empire State (Eastside)
Annihilate who violate my snow
Sniff the blow, I tell her "Clean the entire plate"
This for them n*ggas locked behind wires and iron gates 'til they dyin' date (Free my n*ggas)
I'm a giant, you a snake, I'm Kobe Bryant late in the 4th
Cross you, step back, fire in ya face
Flyin' in the Wraith, my b*tch is Sanaa Lathan in the face (Uh)
Body like Maliah with Mariah's cake (Cap)
The Skydweller with the diamond face
I ain't get this sh*t from supplyin' weight, I got it from rhymin' great (For real)
These n*ggas dancin', my sh*t got real n*ggas chantin' (The f*ck wrong with you?)
You 'posed to be a boss, you on Twitter rantin' (Cap)
I don't give these n*ggas chances, I'm still a champion
It was written in the pamphlet
I'm as brilliant as Andy Warhol, with a empty canvas
Respect ain't negotiated, it's demanded
Ya head is where the sh*t out of the pistol landed, n*gga (Doot doot doot doot doot)
This what I do, n*gga (Ayo)
Conway the Machine, S.E. G, f*ck n*gga (Ayo)
[Verse 2: Westside Gunn]
I be the greatest, rockin' Karl Lagerfeld latest
Get a ki', make it another ki', this sh*t's amazing
Most of the judges racist
Trying to give me fifteen, 23 in 1 cages, Fieg Asics
Audi A9 lookin' like a spaceship (Skrt)
Fiends flag it down for a base hit
A hundred plates, my runner like to lick the resi' off
Usin' both hands when I let the Desi' off
Put the barrel in ya mouth, burn a hole in ya jaw
You know who we are, where crime don't matter
My man worth a mil', we started off as a bagger
Matte black Jaguar
Allahu Akbar, star
The chopper like I work for Al-Qaeda (Brrrt)
Mess hall, used to tell tales with the lifers
Don't sit at this table, we'll knife ya