PB&J

Evil Empire
New York's down south supplier
We got it for cheap
1,000 grams uncut to the gut

That bitch so low down, Bene Gesserit
I ain't pressing it
The Muad'Dib of such things
The weight, they ain't burying it
Well done, never tender
But some niggas I ain't sharing with
Too poor to say we both hit
Don't associate me with broke shit
And your failed business that's all about bitches and gossiping on pillows
Feel like J Dilla, the way I gave the beats to a slum village (Empire)
Beat the odds but Broward still my shrine, and I'm still a god
Bitch, I'm me
For any fuck nigga askin' "Who am I"

Evil Empire

Yuh, stick like me
Get like me
Peanut butter jelly with the stick, high-beam (Bitch)
Been got stick on ya' bitch like bean
Fuck around with me and you gon' see beams (The Empire)
Ayy, stick like me
Get like me
Maison Margiela with the stick like me
Fuck nigga with the set, get beams
Fuck around with me nigga, get swiss cheese
Stick like me
Get like me
Peanut butter jelly with the stick, high-beam
Been got stick on ya' bitch like bean
Fuck around with me and you gon' see beams

Neck like Voss
Two-tone cross
Hoes get tossed
Niggas get offed
Nigga, I pulled up, find the 'za
Touchdown, leave yo' baby mama like Moss, nigga
I swear I got 500 yards
I swapped out the Bentley to drive her lil' car
I shift in the Civic
I score while I pivot
I'm buying the bundles
I'm givin' her inches
As long as she suck it, as long as she lick it
She'll look like Caresha
Nigga, no Diddy
Burberry'd down even when a nigga chillin'
I be dressed for the baby shower 'fore I hit her
24 hours I been stuntin' on niggas
Lil' Rich Gang, lil' Birdman, nigga
Ain't shit sweet but the syrup, lil' nigga
Nigga play around, get burnt, lil' nigga

Yuh, stick like me
Get like me
Peanut butter jelly with the stick, high-beam (Bitch)
Been got stick on ya' bitch like bean
Fuck around with me and you gon' see beam



Credits
Writer(s): Markese Rolle, Richard Burrell
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