payroll (feat. ya ZZ, C合thanks & X字鼻頭)

Empire!
Ladies and gentlemen, Im 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
Im 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 *** * as a snatch and flow
Its in my blood
Cracking these styles is in my sleep, yeah you know
Run it to the bank right
Aint got no worries
I get this money (I got it!)
Pockets heavy and Im going crazy
Yeah, get with these honies
Get more than Brody (I got em)
Drop em quick, yeah Im running
Run it
Run it
Run it
Run it
Run it, run it to the bank cause Im
Stuntin
Stuntin
Stuntin
Stuntin
Stuntin
Stuntin, got to get my ice tight
You cant touch me, or you gon get burned
Im too hot, make a fire look like an intern
Aint a liar, its 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 didnt believe me)
Aint 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
Im too high, just too fly, got me light in the air
Never hear my moves, Im so silent, it scares
While Im signing with my feet, tryna point to the jet
Faithfully get this money, my hood never leave me lonely
Tattooed on my back, yeah, I take em to where Im going
The top is the only place that Im living at
I go hard for my city forever, running to the bank like
Aint got no worries
I get this money
Pockets heavy and Im going crazy
Yeah, get with these honies
Get more than Brody
Drop em quick, yeah Im running
Run it
Run it
Run it
Run it
Run it, run it run it to the bank cause Im
Stuntin
Stuntin
Stuntin
Stuntin
Stuntin
Stuntin, got to get my ice tight
I step over the threat
Papa New Guinea, head hunter, Russian roulette
Im 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
Im 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 80s is back when it come to that, broad daylight
This aint 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 Im just getting started
Cause everything starts in the heart of the artist,
For my dearly departed