Kevin Gates - Empire Lyrics

Feel like I’m trapped in the
Ghetto where we live, grimey
But dear god please, watch over my empire
Cold heart, live, bitch shit, spit fire
But dear god please, watch over my empire
Major deals on the table still I live violent
But dear god please, watch over my empire
Streets feel I’m finna be
A foreign whip driver
Until then, god watch over my empire

Kept it gangster
Never ratted I’m like why hate me?
Looking at my g-shock, it’s only 9: 18
Probation officer stalking to violate me
I’ma duck them
Get in trouble they gon’ violate me
They tellin’ me to squash the
Beef with the other side let me guards down
They a do me like them other guys
Catch me late night, flip me and my momma
Flip we again this momma
That’s your thug there
You put him in a pamper
Innocent by standard gangsta, Mark Cancel
What you did to them? Send a
Hit and got them cancelled
I believe in god so to him you got to answer
Change on my brain
Pussy come and get the rancer
And they tell you that they love you
But they stealing out your house
Let em rock your change now they
Down you with they guns out
Lets see who stick around when
The money runs out

Feel like I’m trapped in the
Ghetto where we live, grimey
But dear god please, watch over my empire
Cold heart, live, bitch shit, spit fire
But dear god please, watch over my empire
Major deals on the table still I live violent
But dear god please, watch over my empire
Streets feel I’m finna be
A foreign whip driver
Until then, god watch over my empire

Shot at 6 times in 09 and
Since it’s started to heal
My brothers dead in a coffin
No talking to him
Sweet lady, I love your momma
Every day I pray for god
To protect your momma
If I kill you that really
Would upset your momma
Your children drop flowers
God bless your momma no regrets for the dead
Still respect your momma
Travis in the feds bitch I still eat tilapia
Get shot in the head but
I’m still with the mafia lying in your raps
You ain’t gripping no steal
I know gorillas forreal, I’m a killer forreal
Pamps somethin, Up-town Beezy, my brother
Phone call, knock your dorm off, block hother
Block her a girl pregnant and
Her back against the wall with kids
She don’t live with her back against the wall
Put that on my first murder
That’s all I got to say
Knock your arms out of place motherfucker

Feel like I’m trapped in the
Ghetto where we live, grimey
But dear god please, watch over my empire
Cold heart, live, bitch shit, spit fire
But dear god please, watch over my empire
Major deals on the table still I live violent
But dear god please, watch over my empire
Streets feel I’m finna be
A foreign whip driver
Until then, god watch over my empire