Emperor Of The Universe - BabyTron Remix

This my universe, and everybody just livin' in it
Unky got that gas, he got propane, But he can't keep a bitch, he got no game
A hit a opper in his shit, right from close range
You the type, I'm the type, but we is not the same

I'm in it for the money, you worried bout the fame
Get rich, yeah
A young nigga tryna change his life
I'm lit, yeah

All the bad bitches all up in my face
We the winning team, that's no debate
Playing with us is like playing with fate
Shit be crazy, yo whole day one a hate

He usta be my brother, but he turnt to a snake
Three Five of quagon in my drink, let's pour it up
What I'm sippin' is expensive, nigga, you can't pour enough
Girly too drunk in the party, and this bitch, she throwin' up

M.O.B Mob shit, you know I gotta throw it up
I ain't gon' lie, tell me why these niggas wanna play
I'm on tip for any nigga speakin' down on Jay
Hop out brought broad day with Aubrey Graham, don't get hit with Drake

I was missin' school, catchin' plays, I was always late
I ain't the type to steal, but I'm the type to take
I act broke, knowin' damn well I'm really straight
It's hella pounds in the trap, I been gainin' weight

You ain't never sold a couple bows, then you cannot relate
Nigga, safe as hell in my hood, walkin' on the sideways
The Fiends keep hitting my jack, I tell them im on my way
You want to book me for a show, tell promoter 5K

If you don't want no trouble, best for you, stay out my way
Yeah, I don't hold grudges, give a fuck about who you is
I ain't sorry bout nothin', shit it is what it is
Young, wild, and free, I been livin' like I'm wiz

Girly wanna freak on me, she said she wanna have my kids
I could sell it by the bow, or I could sell it by the zip
Percocet, Molly Percocet
Baby split her pill with me, she tryna have some Perky sex

Got fire grams in, bro said he want 36
Got rich off Digi Scales, it don't really make no sense
Boy I'm for real, counting' up these Jackson's through the city every day
I ain't never missing' action, Jimmy Neutron on the opps

Yeah, you gotta know I'm blastin'
I lost everything and got it back like some magic
Wan, Rolex on my right, left wrist, I got a patek
You might catch me in the Benz, I'm pullin' up in 4 Matic

Just like Angel Playa, I'ma let them niggas have it
Left cheek, right cheek, I'm askin', baby, can I grab it
Yeah, since we was kids
Nigga, we've been pistol totin

Through the city movin' fast, I feel like I'm speed boatin'
If you don't hop in with the sharks, then nigga, you gon' keep floatin'
And I can't stop for nobody, so I'm gon' keep goin' wan
Shout out my label, that's me

I'm in here with my OG
Over sippin on lean
No, it's not good, it's fuckin' up my spleen
Had to let my mans go

Over doin' drugs, he turned into a fiend
Everything, be off the head
Might seem like I wrote it, but it ain't what it seem
If I had a genie, I ain't goin' back broke again

No I don't smoke the dead, but brother nem, he a smoke yo mans
Don't know my ABCs, but I be clutchin' on my F&N
We hit your block and missed, and it's all good, cause we gon' spin again
Free Big Bro was on the run, he had a long one

The plug just called my phone, I know that load coming
Cut a pussy nigga hand off like he stole somethin'
Cheap ass boy don't come around, tryna hold something
Don't come around

Doing Sprints on the E Way, I be road runnin'
Hefty bags full of fire pounds, I be bow dumpin'
Can't settle down for one bitch, cause all these hoes fucking
Opp got locked the same day and came home, I know he told somethin'

Bounce out with that, brody tryna tap
Like a guard dog, you come in here, then you gon' get attacked
I fucked this groupie hoe, but since then, I ain't double back
Brody in here tuckin' 5th gen, tryna catch a hat

Yeah, it's a good day in the hood, I'm out here rollin' woods
I Smoke that fire shit, that a junkie, really wish he could
Yeah, you gotta work to be the boss, get that overstood
Young Boss ass niggas livin' like I'm suge

They like, what happened to bro
He losin' his self, tryna catch him a soul
If he catch him a opp, he sendin' him home
If he catch him a opp, he upping the sco

Why niggas be playin', they don't even know
Niggas be playin', they don't even know
Oh my God, what happened to bro
Oh my God, what happened to bro

Ay, young nigga, on that old school gangsta shit
Tie a pussy up for ransom, let him hang and shit
You might wanna stay away from us, we be on dangerous shit
Yeah, yeah

Only gorillas in my camp
It's gang in this bitch you diss on us, then you get stamped
I don't go for none, a nigga play, then he get fapped
Like Christmas time, don't get gift wrapped

I'm to the trap, I'm runnin' laps
Yeah
You wanna fuck with me, you better low your prices
Rollin' through the city, dumpin' grams, servin' different spices

Girl, I'm a Scorpio, this girl mistake me for a fuckin' Pisces
Rich junkie, I'm the type to pour lean in my icee
Cannabis drink, this is not a regular iced tea
I Fucked her then I dipped, I got her actin' real feisty

I had to close all doors, cause all these niggas real shiesty
Everybody so fake love, so I don't know who really like me
Mop it up, Benjamin Franklin, blue faces
Dead presi's in my pocket, how could I be racist

Fat Benz, I pull up, it look like a spaceship
Skinny bitch, I dick her down, she know how to take it
I don't be listenin' to these rappers, niggas just be fakin'
Cherry gelato in my fronto is what I'm facin'

Nigga
Yeah, nigga
Cherry gelato in my fronto is what I'm facing