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Empire Autopilot
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Empire Autopilot was released on August 11, 2026 by Razorhornet as a part of the album Built Different
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Release DateAugust 11, 2026
LabelRazorhornet
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM130

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cyber Cowboy
Cyber Cowboy
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Brendan Gleason
William Brendan Gleason
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Razorhornet
Razorhornet
Executive Producer

Lyrics

I'm runnin' an empire, car wash spinnin', laundromat clean
Got my assistant on call, helper movin' mean
Cabin business boomin', keys in my hand
All I wanted was a sandwich, you said "Worry 'bout yourself, man"
Guess what? I'm up, I'm out, I'm orderin' ass meals
While you sleep in that bed, I'm stackin' these real deals
Empire on my back, no time for the stress
I feed myself good, baby — that's the flex
Woke up this morning, empire on autopilot
Car wash lines wrapped 'round, quarters in the slot
Laundromats full of folks foldin' up they problems
While I'm countin' up the profits, no cap, no drama
Assistant got my schedule, helper on the grind
Cabin rentals booked up, views out the pines
I built this from nothin', hands dirty, heart solid
You wanted me beggin' for crumbs, but I'm the whole wallet
Said "Worry 'bout yourself" like that was gon' break me
Nah, that lit the fire, now watch how I elevate me
I'm runnin' an empire, car wash spinnin', laundromat clean
Got my assistant on call, helper movin' mean
Cabin business boomin', keys in my hand
All I wanted was a sandwich, you said "Worry 'bout yourself, man"
Guess what? I'm up, I'm out, I'm orderin' ass meals
While you sleep in that bed, I'm stackin' these real deals
Empire on my back, no time for the stress
I feed myself good, baby — that's the flex
Pull up to the spot, steak on the plate, sides stacked high
Lobster tail drippin', watch the butter fly
You still in the sheets dreamin' 'bout what coulda been
I'm out here livin' life, eatin' like a king
No more waitin' on "maybe" or half-ass affection
I built my own table, now I'm makin' selections
From the car wash suds to the cabins in the woods
Every dollar I touch turn to somethin' that's good
So go on and sleep, baby, rest up them eyes
While I order dessert and watch my empire rise
Yeah… sandwich days over
Now it's prime rib, foreign whips, and doin' me sober
You played yourself talkin' like I needed savin'
I'm the whole damn meal — and I'm out here cavin'
Empire! Car wash, laundromat, cabins, all mine
Assistant, helper — whole team doin' fine
Told me worry 'bout myself? Bet. I did that
Now I'm orderin' ass meals, fat stacks, get back
While you sleep… I'm eatin' good
Empire forever, baby — understood
Written by: William Brendan Gleason
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