Empathy

Yeah Mothafuckas know what time it is, man This is "The Course of the Inevitable" Yo, the audacity it takes to rank me with the style I invented Wear my credentials like it's jewelry, they gave my flowers cemented To hell with honorable mentions, artists are comical, temptin' Horrible albums, new ventin', three pounds of vomit, who sent 'em? Stereo blood or laughin', they helium'd up your last king Can't muzzle me up with no coffin, won't hit me with no vaccine Goons in the black beam turn your crew to a track team Highly viewed on the rap scene, sly maneuvers and cash streams Flee from the copper sound, racists coppers to chop us down Ounces of 14K, new R.I.P. boxes with rocks around None of y'all profit bound, crypt the equipment out the sockers now Get with the art or drown, rubber bands stackin' up dollar pounds Revenge is on it's job, karma'll sneak up good and softly Been callin' up to God, startin' to think he hung up on me Remember OG, figured you need some incentive to come support me One or two flips I'm out of here, hit the work with a somersault, we on I can still hear the money callin', I done been out the way too long Nothin' out here is more important, put in a spot where I belong Gotta know how to take a loss, gave me that curse when I was born The last nigga to go to sleep will be the first to be put on Live all your days like it's your last 'cause in a blink you could be gone You rather love or want respect? Showin' that love'll get you harmed Won't be no empathy 'cause you goin' through it, gotta be strong (yeah) It's always easier for you to do wrong (Big Rabbit Gang, yeah) Went on a yacht, got seasick, can't fuck on a boat no more A key of wap mixed with that cut, guess I don't sell dope no more (yeah-yeah) Synthetics, mafia methods, like I'm in the Cosa Nostr' Get rich and charge it all to a bitch, that's how this shit 'posed to go My geekers wanna damn near OD, they want that 'Got 'Em Dead' Kitchen full of powder, I turn my bitch to a powderhead Niggas takin' deals, that's the only way you get out the feds Castrated, dick in his fuckin' mouth when they found him dead (yo, slow down, Fred) These scammers ain't no hustlers, they computer thots Those Harlem niggas send some shooters at me, got the shooter shot, uh (oops) This shit I be spittin' so real, make niggas pull they Google out My 'Vette orange, groovin' like I grew up on the Hoover block I move it in the U-Haul, my Spanish niggas gon' get me right (yeah) Freddie Chicharito, fuck Spanish bitches up in the heights Bussin' with this TEC, I got jacked and I tried to smoke a hype Nine shots, turned into Superman when he smoked the pipe (uh) Yeah, you heard 'em right I can still hear the money callin', I done been out the way too long Nothin' out here is more important, put in a spot where I belong Gotta know how to take a loss, gave me that curse when I was born The last nigga to go to sleep will be the first to be put on Live all your days like it's your last 'cause in a blink you could be gone You rather love or want respect? Showin' that love'll get you harmed Won't be no empathy 'cause you goin' through it, gotta be strong It's always easier for you to do wrong Uh, from here on out it's independent now, fuck what the labels offerin' Sick and tired of awkward grins, back slammin' coupe doors again Studios I've been torturin', I'ma dedicate this to all the less fortunate There's a lack of real niggas, fucked up the war percent Victory is a gorgeous sin, bought the Benz so you all can vent More content with a fortune spent, no disrespect from talks exempt Mackin' gave me a freezin' chest, always thirty degrees or less Destined for me to be the best, out of Q-U two E's and S Vegetable state for bein' fake, EMS to a vegan death Poverty leaves you breathin' stressed, legal mess on the freedom steps Celebrity never made me, my sentiments made me crazy 187's the consequence, 718's the AC Troubled, to say the least, pray the heavenly gates embrace thee There's finally notoriety, that's gon' come with a late fee Performance style is a .40 Cal, back out movin', they on me now Far away from the corny crowd dyin', you call me out, now I can still hear the money callin', I done been out the way too long Nothin' out here is more important, put in a spot where I belong Gotta know how to take a loss, gave me that curse when I was born The last nigga to go to sleep will be the first to be put on Live all your days like it's your last 'cause in a blink you could be gone You rather love or want respect? Showin' that love'll get you harmed Won't be no empathy 'cause you goin' through it, gotta be strong It's always easier for you to do wrong, wrong --- Empathy - Lloyd Banks and Freddie Gibbs