Empire Strikes Back
Oh, my Lord
Yeah, hey
All these rappers is my sons
The game is just the baby momma
Ain't afraid of nothin', take it any way you wanna
Leave 'em cliff-hangin', know they came in for the drama
And I'ma give 'em what they came here for
I was hopeless for a minute, now my faith restored
God has given me the fortitude to brace these storms
Babygirl, I ain't ignorin', you mistake me for
Somebody with some patience, I ain't wasting more of my time or my energy
I look at what's ahead of me
I was grievin' people who alive, but they was dead to me
They was tryna keep me from my shine, but it's my destiny
To get up on this microphone
I'll never leave the mic alone
You smell the weed? That's my cologne
Don't like the price? Then buy some more
I was growin' up, was eatin' nothin' but some Ricearon
Stayed in them apartments where you heard them mice up in the wall
Had to take some risks, so yes, I had to give the dice a roll (okay, hey)
You can call me Luke 'cause I skywalk (yeah)
Run through the digits, no it isn't my fault (it isn't my fault)
In the hills, you don't know what I saw (what I saw)
Drip, so clean, woulda thought it was Lysol (Lysol)
Hit 'em, left 'em right on the sidewalk
Real trapper, I ain't never took a night off (took a night off)
She a dime, but we fuck with the lights off (with the lights off)
Get 'em in, then you know I get 'em right off (yo)
Geeked up, so I tell a bitch "Pipe down" (pipe down)
No really, you could lose your life now
Am I 'bout it? Do you really wanna find out?
What's yours? I'ma go and make it mine now (mine now)
I'm Han, how I always be solo (be solo)
How is it gonna go? Man, I don't know (man, I don't know)
Always look like I'm posin' for photos
Shorty play wit' her nose screamin' "YOLO" (screamin' "YOLO")
I just poured up the green sippin' Yoda
I remember they was showing me no love (showing me no love)
Hopped outta the Limo, they froze up
For some reason, I feel so chosen (yeah, I feel so chosen)
For some reason, I just keep on flowin' (yeah)
Makin' these racks (yeah), I just keep on blowin' (yeah)
In the summer, it just keep on snowin' (yeah)
I know if I shoot it, it go in (if I shoot it, it go in)
Yeah, hey
All these rappers is my sons
The game is just the baby momma
Ain't afraid of nothin', take it any way you wanna
Leave 'em cliff-hangin', know they came in for the drama
And I'ma give 'em what they came here for
I was hopeless for a minute, now my faith restored
God has given me the fortitude to brace these storms
Babygirl, I ain't ignorin', you mistake me for
Somebody with some patience, I ain't wasting more of my time or my energy
I look at what's ahead of me
I was grievin' people who alive, but they was dead to me
They was tryna keep me from my shine, but it's my destiny
To get up on this microphone
I'll never leave the mic alone
You smell the weed? That's my cologne
Don't like the price? Then buy some more
I was growin' up, was eatin' nothin' but some Ricearon
Stayed in them apartments where you heard them mice up in the wall
Had to take some risks, so yes, I had to give the dice a roll (okay, hey)
You can call me Luke 'cause I skywalk (yeah)
Run through the digits, no it isn't my fault (it isn't my fault)
In the hills, you don't know what I saw (what I saw)
Drip, so clean, woulda thought it was Lysol (Lysol)
Hit 'em, left 'em right on the sidewalk
Real trapper, I ain't never took a night off (took a night off)
She a dime, but we fuck with the lights off (with the lights off)
Get 'em in, then you know I get 'em right off (yo)
Geeked up, so I tell a bitch "Pipe down" (pipe down)
No really, you could lose your life now
Am I 'bout it? Do you really wanna find out?
What's yours? I'ma go and make it mine now (mine now)
I'm Han, how I always be solo (be solo)
How is it gonna go? Man, I don't know (man, I don't know)
Always look like I'm posin' for photos
Shorty play wit' her nose screamin' "YOLO" (screamin' "YOLO")
I just poured up the green sippin' Yoda
I remember they was showing me no love (showing me no love)
Hopped outta the Limo, they froze up
For some reason, I feel so chosen (yeah, I feel so chosen)
For some reason, I just keep on flowin' (yeah)
Makin' these racks (yeah), I just keep on blowin' (yeah)
In the summer, it just keep on snowin' (yeah)
I know if I shoot it, it go in (if I shoot it, it go in)
Credits
Writer(s): Henry Maysack, Cooper Willkomm
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