Empire

Album cover art for "Empire" by RMC Mike

RMC Mike - Rap, Detroit Rap

Empire

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[Intro] (It's a Wayne beat) Bitch Damn, I just got an opp dropped at a— Okay, what he say? That's how he wanna do it? Alright [Verse] Damn, I just got an opp dropped at a paid performance I love my neph', he just pulled up with a gang of oranges He want some soft, I hit his ass with some baby formula Hit the road with some big dog, this a Cane Corso My cousin Trell got more weed than a rainforest I swear I love that Wockeisha, I got a thing for it I can't lie, she gave that pussy up, but I paid for it Bitch son was cockblockin' hard, I bought a game for him I think a PS5 Young dog got caught with a strap and then got PF5 I know the opps mad as fuck right now, nigga, we up five I just sold my last 'bow of weed, it's re-up time My name Mike, but call me Phil when I shoot the shot I think I need to get my dick checkеd, I fucked a group of thots Freakyy high as hell, but bе on point when he shoot the Glock I don't give my gun to Scoot no more, he like to shoot a lot Treat the beef like some bubblegum, come chew the block Caught his ass walkin' through Merrill, let the Ruger pop Made my bitch drive me out of town, she made an Uber knot Dropped him in a trench coat, the same one Luther got I'm finna start my empire, the one Lucious got I just found out my lil' nigga got lupus now Ballin' hard, I was showin' out at the shoot-around I miss my fiend with the big arms, he used to shoot an ounce Bitch, your baby daddy used to be gay, he a shooter now? Auntie started off with E pills, she an ooter now? My young thot bitch done got old, she a cougar now? Damn, she an old freak Seen my uncle make a killing selling people old meat Bitch, I got married to the drank, you caught cold feet I'm finna drink two pints of fours like I'm Kobe Every gangster got his day, rest in peace MO3 Freakyy introduced me to a bitch, she was so neat Bro, stop knockin' on my door like you the police Lou called me with an eight of Wock', I bought a four-piece Dropped the whole thing in one pop, I was so sleep Pulled off in a Trackhawk, this my bro Jeep Paid the high for everything I got, I don't know cheap Hit the plug up for six 'bows, he let me hold three [Outro] Yeah, Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga RMC shit, nigga Free the ghetto

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  • RMC Mike