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[Intro: Hakeem] Empire! [Verse 1: Hakeem and Blake] Ladies and gentlemen, I'm here to set it straight I make this paper, yeah, come to me, I never chase Hakeem the one to beat, get at my rank I'm laughing at all the joker, all the way to the bank 'Cause I got money to blow, the closest you got is a candle Make a wish on the low, so you can be half as dope as a snatch and flow It's in my blood Cracking these styles is in my sleep, yeah you know Run it to the bank right [Bridge: Both] Ain't got no worries I get this money (I got it!) Pockets heavy and I'm going crazy Yeah, get with these honies Get more than Brody (I got 'em) Drop 'em quick, yeah I'm running [Hook] Run it, Run it, Run it, Run it Run it, Run it, run it to the bank 'cause I'm Stuntin', Stuntin', Stuntin', Stuntin' Stuntin', Stuntin', got to get my ice tight [Verse 2: Blake and Hakeem] You can't touch me, or you gon' get burned I'm too hot, make a fire look like an intern Ain't a liar, it's best you make a U-turn 'Cause our flame getting in their feelings like heartburn Stuck out like a sore thumb Been in these streets, thugging out for my income (They didn't believe me) Ain't no daddy to hold me down, but the kid dumb Mama told me to pray, get all your dreams done, yeah Cocky, they call me Rocky, champion yeah I'm too high, just too fly, got me light in the air Never hear my moves, I'm so silent in scares When I'm silent with my feet, trying to put two in jet Faithfully get this money, my hood never leave me lonely Tattooed on my back, yeah, I take 'em to where I'm going The top is the only place that I'm living at I go hard for my city forever, running to the bank like [Bridge: Both] Ain't got no worries I get this money Pockets heavy and I'm going crazy Yeah, get with these honies Get more than Brody Drop 'em quick, yeah I'm running [Hook] Run it, Run it, Run it, Run it Run it, Run it, run it to the bank 'cause I'm Stuntin', Stuntin', Stuntin', Stuntin' Stuntin', Stuntin', gotta to get my ice tight [Verse 3: Shyne] I step over the threat Papa New Guinea, head hunter, Russian roulette I'm Phillip Morris and Chuck Norris, and King Tut You rolling with the kids with the keys to the kingdom Freedom We do whatever we want, we got it While you sitting in silence like Twenty-One Pilots I'm addicted to violence We should form an alliance And call it Serial Killer Cartel capitalism Send Shyne to get 'em, commit 'em to the psych ward They crazy, acting like they want war The 80's is back when it come to that, broad daylight This ain't no Call of Duty, no regenerated life Incinerate a body, then I hide it in plain sight I make the city riot, I can give it the green light 'Cause I'm just getting started 'Cause everything starts in the heart of the artist, for my dearly departed