Empty
Karate I'm kicking
My life so exquisite
Feel asleep in Balenci
Woke up in Givenchy
Spent a dime in Lenox
I didn't have a penny
My necklace cost twenty
I came out the trenches
On the block
Counting digits
Cross em out
On a mission
Most these niggas
They fiction
Keep a pole
Like I'm fishing
Stay in my lane
And I'm keeping my distance
Why you worried bout me
You don't know
How I'm feeling
Why you worried bout me
You don't know
What I'm feeling
Lately I feel like
My heart going empty
Pour out the pint
Pour it all til it's empty
Curtis James Glizzy
It came with a fifty
Nigga play
Let it hit
Let it hit til it's empty
I remember back
When my pockets was empty
Ain't going back
I could never forget it
I was serving sacks
Hand in hand
Just to get it
Focused on the rap
Now I live
A lil different
In the ocean
Jetskis I'm swerving
And drifting
In the sky way high
The turbulence tripping
I been nodding off
In the back
I been sipping
They think I fell off
Gave some time
To my children
Take these chains off
Still the same
Ain't a difference
I'm the same one
From the store
That was dealing
Came up
I was down for a minute
I been asking God
For forgiveness
I'm sinning
Asking God
Why my dog
He ain't living
Seeing my mama cry
Yea that shit
Left me empty
Smoking on Pluto
I try to forget it
Chasing these loads
Might go buy her a Bentley
I was losing way back
Thank the lord
That I'm winning
Karate I'm kicking
My life so exquisite
Feel asleep in Balenci
Woke up in Givenchy
Spent a dime in Lenox
I didn't have a penny
My necklace cost twenty
I came out the trenches
On the block
Counting digits
Cross em out
On a mission
Most these niggas
They fiction
Keep a pole
Like I'm fishing
Stay in my lane
And I'm keeping my distance
Why you worried bout me
You don't know
How I'm feeling
Why you worried bout me
You don't know
What I'm feeling
Lately I feel like
My heart going empty
Pour out the pint
Pour it all til it's empty
Curtis James Glizzy
It came with a fifty
Nigga play
Let it hit
Let it hit til it's empty
I remember back
When my pockets was empty
Ain't going back
I could never forget it
My life so exquisite
Feel asleep in Balenci
Woke up in Givenchy
Spent a dime in Lenox
I didn't have a penny
My necklace cost twenty
I came out the trenches
On the block
Counting digits
Cross em out
On a mission
Most these niggas
They fiction
Keep a pole
Like I'm fishing
Stay in my lane
And I'm keeping my distance
Why you worried bout me
You don't know
How I'm feeling
Why you worried bout me
You don't know
What I'm feeling
Lately I feel like
My heart going empty
Pour out the pint
Pour it all til it's empty
Curtis James Glizzy
It came with a fifty
Nigga play
Let it hit
Let it hit til it's empty
I remember back
When my pockets was empty
Ain't going back
I could never forget it
I was serving sacks
Hand in hand
Just to get it
Focused on the rap
Now I live
A lil different
In the ocean
Jetskis I'm swerving
And drifting
In the sky way high
The turbulence tripping
I been nodding off
In the back
I been sipping
They think I fell off
Gave some time
To my children
Take these chains off
Still the same
Ain't a difference
I'm the same one
From the store
That was dealing
Came up
I was down for a minute
I been asking God
For forgiveness
I'm sinning
Asking God
Why my dog
He ain't living
Seeing my mama cry
Yea that shit
Left me empty
Smoking on Pluto
I try to forget it
Chasing these loads
Might go buy her a Bentley
I was losing way back
Thank the lord
That I'm winning
Karate I'm kicking
My life so exquisite
Feel asleep in Balenci
Woke up in Givenchy
Spent a dime in Lenox
I didn't have a penny
My necklace cost twenty
I came out the trenches
On the block
Counting digits
Cross em out
On a mission
Most these niggas
They fiction
Keep a pole
Like I'm fishing
Stay in my lane
And I'm keeping my distance
Why you worried bout me
You don't know
How I'm feeling
Why you worried bout me
You don't know
What I'm feeling
Lately I feel like
My heart going empty
Pour out the pint
Pour it all til it's empty
Curtis James Glizzy
It came with a fifty
Nigga play
Let it hit
Let it hit til it's empty
I remember back
When my pockets was empty
Ain't going back
I could never forget it
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Writer(s): Clarence Blackmon Jr
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