Mt. Zion Robb Bank$

[Intro]
Evil Empire

[Verse]
Might climb to Mt. Zion, we biblical
Fuckin' the same bitches, it turned me a different dude
Got bitches you payin' to wear your brand here in the nude
Doin' better than who? Nigga
I feel like Suge in Club 662, nigga
God my mouth and my bitch Piru, smoke in your booth
Y'all always was fruits, in the search for the juice
My quest for love ended, that ain't part of my rules, nigga
For real, ain't no conversations
No time for relations, I'm outside in the latest, nigga
See me out there gleamin' like the greatest
I don't fuck with no labels, still tryna work my angle, nigga
Sellin' my soul, that ain't even on the table, nigga
I had wrote the pamphlet that them pussies gave you, nigga
She at the Four Seasons takin' off her panties
Better not put nothin' past me
Ain't the same, just might rat with Lansky, nigga
I'm the one they send for (Evil Empire)
Address me as Mister
I was light injured
Scrollin' through her finsta
Seen it all, crystal
Output same as my input
Jaded an understatement
You wifed her, I just got my dick sucked, nigga
Like gristle, I cut through
Twin come through
I just wanna prove I can touch you
Yeah, that's for anybody untouchable
Nigga
We the Untouchables
Put 'em all on the same tray, they still get ate like lunch, yeah
Nigga, I built the wall that you pussies always seem to run into
For real
And I'm thuggin' too
I made all the loops them fuck niggas be jumpin' through