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(DC Pierson)I got the empire state now I'm working on the next partTrying to build an empire, I'm wishing on the Death StarI murdered the dish, I eloped with the spoonTri-coastal and the third coast is the moonWhen it hits your eye like a get in your eye thingAnd we do the I like you like like you like like thingI can't promise I won't be dressed like a vikingWhen I do the whole picking you up on my bike thingAnother white rapper's CD in my spokesI would swear ya'll converted to rap for the jokesI spit black smoke, I'm the hip hop popeThey make anti-me PSA's cuz I'm dopeAnd when it's not clear you can cope, the worlds a negative iPodyou just hear 'nope'Nights on the pavement, you just stop breathin'on some Liz Lemon movin' back to ClevelandStreet lights people, up and down the boulevardDon't stop believin in your journey, and I know it's hardThey call me Violet Beauregard, cuz I just blow up, no regardAll I really need is a bar to belly up toa balcony, a star crossed lover do ya love to(?)what are you up to this weekend? I'm freeTill then I'll just shine and let you find me(Childish Gambino)Letras de cancionesI shine like the sunMy mouth is a gun, pop off and they run, two things like a punThis is not just for fun and I cut with my tongueMy mouths a Swiss army, take over your countryI run like a humvee, I don't need gas-o-lineI run on these rappers so skip the stromboliI make these niggas say 'Great' like TonySo how the fuck you gonna say these bitches don't know me?How the fuck you gonna say these bitches don't know meWhen you all on the tip of my dick like MobyThe wait is over, no baking sodaI saw them dudes move bricks and bouldersI saw them dudes move flats and cornersAnd they moved that sugar like Russell StoverI got that green like a four leaf cloverGet rich or die tryin' like my name two quartersDope boys they get me, we got the same hustle till the tank on emptyAnd if you dope boy, better watch the WireAnd get the shit straight, turn back, retireCuz one in a mil turn snow to fireYou either move weight, play ball or neitherBecause I'm neither, the hood MacgyverThe boy blew up like he knew Al QuaedaMy life so sweet that my balls GodivaThe world in front and the hood behind usThe hood behind usYeaThe hood behind us From Letras Mania