Jumped off the porch, for real Fuck you and your hood, for real Nigga, you wasn't on nothin' for real, pussy Pussy, y'all just high on pills Bitch, talkin' 'bout bread, I'm the loaf Follow the leader, you follow the crumbs Nigga, do this shit for sport Empire Mixtapes, not for the weak-hearted Holy sh-, yeah, where'd you find this? Ayy (Evil empire) C-c-cuff yo chick Yeah, yeah, yeah (bitch) Thought 'bout this one while I was gettin' my dick sucked at a bum-ass apartment I really had a bitch eat another bitch while I fucked a bitch when I was in New Orleans Nigga, you was havin' a midlife crisis, I did your wife like Marcus Jordan It's the Marcus Garvey of Recording, turn up the game while I'm fuckin' talkin', nigga What they on? I told your BM, "Drop that low" If we get you out of there within a day, I'll let it come with me on tour Nigga your BM will feel honored if I named-dropped her in a song Like how you name-drop niggas' names when you round hoes just like a hoe? Groupie nigga, jumped off the porch for real Fuck you and your hood for real, nigga You wasn't on nothin' for real, pussy Y'all just high on pills, bitch Talkin' 'bout bread, I'm the loaf Follow the leader, you follow the crumbs Nigga, do this shit for sport I hit 'em from half court I ordered filet mignon and bought her nuggets and told her "Be gone" She was just on the Grammy and sauce, and you took the bitch to Carbone Yes, sset turned me up, nigga, you already know what I'm on Gotta know I never wore V-Lone, and I know you got a Wraith with a loan You is not the owner of that car that is a loaner I got stones in California, and I still hang on the corner Ay hit, gone, same day, crank, kick, Lui Kang, oil spilled, bitch Your brother got me coughin' in this bitch I got Justin all in the backwood, bitch Can't beef you, not in my bracket, nigga When they walk by, I start laughin', pussy Now what's today's mathematics, ho? Fuckin' inglorious bastards Bird gang, swang for my chain Built for white, gold, Cuban links Nigga, I got on three Cuban links Nigga, I done had your bitch before Pause, stop, then fast-forward Rewind, we finna pass her nigga I'm the promethazine pastor (codeine) Y'all niggas be pourin' up backwards All that green you on Bruce Banner What the fuck you think you always mad for? Get some money, control your anger, nigga I ordered filet mignon and bought her nuggets and told her "Be gone" She was just on the Grammy and sauce, and you took the bitch to Carbone Yes, sset turned me up, nigga, you already know what I'm on Gotta know I never wore V-Lone, and I know you got a Wraith with a loan You is not the owner of that car that is a loaner I got stones in California and I still hang on the corner I got hit, gone, same day, crank, kick, Lui Kang, oil spilled, bitch Your brother got me coughin' in this bitch Pardon the interruption for this little smoke break It's Evil Empire (Yeah, nigga)