Lyrics Routine (feat. Yazz) - Empire Cast

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I like that bass
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Yeah
Look, I don′t need no introduction
Finna do what Big as Paul Bunyan
Flows be hittin' hard enough to give concussions
Pardon the interruptions but I don′t pull no punches
And all I really need to kill a beat
A little keys and some percussion like it's nothin'
You already know who it is
They never lyin′ when they sayin′ Lucious's a quiz
Livin′ legend in the makin'
Yeah, I′m flippin the script
Made it to the studio from slingin' dope as a kid, yeah
Nine years up under my belt, next to the nine milli
Hot boy, make the summertime seem chilly
Got no help but still I made it to N.Y. from Philly
Said they rough, oh really, I′m the G.O.A.T., no Billy
Yo, you all so silly, don't test me
I am the one 'cause the one above bless me
Sellin′ CDs out the trunk, seven dollars what′d she want
I can never fit the funk, no you smell me
Two-paced, boots laced, that's the routine
Block hot, dodge cops, that′s the routine
In a game where there ain't no referees
And the only guarantee is that nothing comes for free
Two-paced, boots laced, that′s the routine
Block hot, dodge cops, that's the routine
In a game where there ain′t no referees
And the only guarantee is that nothing comes for free
Wanna hustle first, blow secondary
Making big moves all the rest sedentary
Pops passed but the drive in me hereditary
From the block, where the glock always necessary
Ran the streets like three blind mice, uh-huh
Still seen a lot in this brief lifetime
On the corner, dad killed, mom bipolar
I was serving 'em before I even had my molars
Dodgin' bullets, dodgin′ cops, whippin′ up and washin' pots
Check the time, atomic clock
Money on a choppin′ block
Gotta ride or die with me, I love my sweets
This is the home of the fellas and I love these streets
They say crime runs rampant, I was rapid as hell
'Cause life was hell on earth and now its treatin′ me well
As a smooth criminal, rhymes at the pinnacle
'Bout to run the game, y′all just runnin' on a electrical
Two-paced, boots laced, that's the routine
Block hot, dodge cops, that′s the routine
In a game where there ain′t no referees
And the only guarantee is that nothing comes for free
Two-paced, boots laced, that's the routine
Block hot, dodge cops, that′s the routine
In a game where there ain't no referees
And the only guarantee is that nothing comes for free