PB&J Robb Bank$ (Ft. SpaceGhostPurrp)

[Part I]

[Intro]
Evil Empire
New York's Down South Supplier
We got it, for cheap
One thousand grams uncut, to the gut

[Verse: Robb Bank$]
Bad bitch, so low down, Bene Gesserit
I ain't pressing it, the Muad'Dib of such things
The weight, they ain't bearing it
Well done, never tender, but some niggas I ain't sharing with
Too poor to say we both hit, don't associate me with broke shit
And your failed business, that's all about bitches and gossiping on pillows
Feel like J Dilla, the way I give the beats to a slum village
Beat the odds, but Broward still my shrine, and I'm still a god
Bitch, I'm me, for any fuck nigga asking "Who am I?"

[Part II]

[Intro]
Evil Empire

[Chorus: SpaceGhostPurrp & Robb Bank$]
Yuh, stick likе me, get like mе
Peanut butter jelly with the stick, I beam
Big Glock stick on your bitch like beans
Fuck around with me and you gon' see beams
Ayy, stick like me, get like me
Maison Margiela with the stick like me
Fuck nigga play with the set, get beamed
Fuck 'round with me, nigga get swiss cheesed
Yuh, stick like me, get like me
Peanut butter jelly with the stick, I beam
Big Glock stick on your bitch like beans
Fuck around with me and you gon' see beams