Empty Promises

[Verse 1: OnCue]
Here's your dollar bill for the crack on that stripper's ass
Or is it for the collection plate at Sunday mass?
See I'm underclass, been an underdog
I used to be last, but I'm never under y'all
You can't see me man, I'm so high above you
You could go and shine homie, I'mma just puff you
Working my fingers to the bone, don't you see my knuckles?
To make all these pussy ass rappers scream uncle
I could do it all with my mind or muscle
I guarantee if you follow, I promise they will love you
There you can tell me the same thing
Homie Fuck You
Temptations and my morals are in a bit of a scuffle
I don't give a shit what you saying, I ain't the next Wayne
Asher Roth, Kid Cudi or Drizzy Drake
I ain't trying to be the next rapper, trying to be the next genre
Labels hurry up and go line up, Dry off the ink and please pass me your offers
Cause my Grammy will be a Grammy and not a fucking Oscar
That's what they should be gettin for all they could be spittin
Now do you see that we fully different?
Do you see what I mean?
It's my daily life, they used to play me right
Now they wanna stay the night, If I could, I would
I'd shoot them down with a full clip
Verses full of substance, hooks full of bullshit

[Hook: OnCue]
I'm not making you empty promises anymore, empty promises anymore
Hey, cause you know who I am and you know where I've been
And you know where I'm going
Said you know who I am and you know where I've been
And you know where I'm going

I'm not blaming you for my problems anymore, for my problems anymore
Hey, Cause I know who I am and I know where I've been
And I know where I'm going
Said I know who I am and I know where I've been
And I know where I'm going

[Verse 2: OnCue]
Here's your dollar bill for all those different charities
Or is it for that fifth of vodka to achieve mental clarity?
Don't ever judge me, point your finger and stare at me
And say that I'm the only one who sees the happy parodies
Why's everyone acting weird? I don't feel different
In a half a year I went from Geoffrey to a mill ticket
This is what I wanted right, Momma said deal with it
Don't get me wrong I know everyone wanna see me last
But don't get it twisted, this house I live in ain't made of glass
Just cause we was in the same class don't mean I owe you cash
Not a blowjob from a groupie, not a backstage pass
Cos you said what up to me, turned your back and fucking laughed
I hope all you cock suckers drink and drive and fucking crash
Sorry if I said it, my emotions tend to make me brass
Where does that leave us? I'm Harris and Klebold
My classmates you shoulda stopped at the fetus
My teams looking at the game like they need us
And the funny thing, they don't even know it yet
Gimme five years I'll show you joint ventures, Boeing jets
Purple labels, Hedge funds, please go close your bets
Cause, well, it's appearing to be obvious
And if you ask who's next well it's probably us
Light the incense in the booth for the ambiance
Build this empire with my hands so in god we trust
Didn't say that, to seem religious
I said it cause it's money that I envision
It's money that I envision

[Hook]