Emporium Lyrics

Yeah

Uh huh, uh huh

I like to call this

Emporium

Checkmate nigga

Yeah

This my cradle to the grave, slave to pen and page, gave them different flame and y'all remain to keep saying the same shit

Take heed, don't do this, take cautionary

But as a black man in society I lost already, now who the fuck coming ahead of me, picture me that

I'm a shadow, a silhouette, can you picture me black

Stop giving me dap

You fake and you mentally whack

The difference is that, your future visions live in my past

You abandoned me in my time of need

I was trying to climb the tree and get the group and you in the finest suites behind a beach

But I say, fuck it, cause it's time to carry on

Fuck a friendship, I knock them out, I bury bonds

Nobody be facing me, nobody be chasing me

My skin versus yours, the only time you be racing me

For real, get familiar with this penicillin I'm spitting when my pen is lifted

Fuck wrong with you thinking you pacing me

You using a monitor, or meter, or thermometer

I'm flaming, contain it, that pussy pretty, I'm gon' eat her

This track doing numbers in dozens, something you wasn't

Oh, you mumbling something

Leave you slumped on your cousin, we don't do that bitch shit

Ain't no fussing and hollering

I got some niggas in Holland who quick to bust when you call them

Oh what the fuck, you keep talking, oh shit you must want problems

Call Dblack, him and his boys got monkey nuts at your collar

I Ain't no ghetto gangstar

Nigga, I bang hard, read paper this AR

Look at my bank cards, y'all always can play soft

Nigga I James Harden

Outer space flow, these hoes get space barred

I keep them apart

And each of these who speak to me, can see that flash, gon' eat like his plate gone

And bitch I be glazed, nigga, it's dew the morning time

You must be a fool, you think your crew be out sporting mine

You pussy imposter nigga this lyrical dominance

I'll spit this annihilation to you and your mom and them

And bitch I be bombing them, whip his ass and I'm stomping him, chomping him eating these rappers, I be dental when flossing them

So nigga take cover, duck and hide, cause fucker, I'm predatory

This lesson gory, better pray you live to tell the story

Matter of fact, cover your ears, bitch, you best ignore me

Blessed with swarming forging and forming words till the rest adore me

Listen, fuck what records sell now

Bitch I want a record that's gon' sell out

Bitch I wanna make a classic, fuck making hits cause on average, them same hits, they won't be missed or reminisced upon

But the ones you cried and needed tissues on or threw your fist up on

That's the tracks that'll reach and deliver the message

The songs that your moms hear and give her a blessing

The songs that's heard for generations to pass bending basics of math and I know y'all waiting for that but

Nowadays, they remaking the craft, they take kids with autism and replace it with rap

But either way

when Ignite on the mic, it's either plain

Or it's the type that you like, whether it's quite nice or try hype I blindside all the right types of sounds to get you off your hind pots

You better watch for your blind spots

Before I come from behind watch

There's no time for wait

Grandmaster with the flow, no time for breaks

I go to work on my Kool Mo Dee

You know me, in my soul, I'm a cool OG

Ho please, get this dough, I hope that you don't think

I'ma give you some money for what you put on me

Some pussy nigga

Paying for pussy is for pussy niggas

And Flash be the realest out

I pioneered this whole game like I'm Coke La Rock

And if you say otherwise, I'ma seal his mouth, I'm peeling out

Now you think you're seeing doubts, proposed to the game like a nigga kneeling down

You embarrassing and I'm far from proud

You make pennies, motherfucker call em Oscar Proud damn

Dumb hoe, no thoughts allowed damn

I really guess my thoughts are loud, cause I ain't mean to say that

Well, shit, it done slipped out

And half of these niggas I'm talking to they done bitched out

Without the work ethic all you niggas done missed out

I put my blood in it, blue niggas done cripped out

Don't be afraid to change the game always stayed the same, but flash can claim the shit like it's his town

Guess I got a little upset

But it's hard when I'm giving up sweat

And I'm grinding with this music but ain't nobody here giving out checks

But these bitches steady giving out neck, but how's that gonna feed the fam huh

Buy a house for my grandma

Go from a boy to a man, huh, you don't understand bruh

Real rap come once in a while like Christmas, and a nigga Santa

I got what you need

How much for your soul Anna

How much for your soul Anna

You got what I want, huh

I got what you need

How much for your soul Anna

How much for your soul Anna

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