Power Trip
Hello kiddo
How did you find me
I'm the man
Are you gonna be nice
I've never been nice my whole life, but I'll do my best
You promised you'd be nice
Naw I said I'd do my best, that's hardly a promise
From the depths of the sea, straight to the (Blocks)
Two middle fingers up to the, the, the cops
Two trigger fingers bust at the, the, the ops
Get a grip on my nuts bitch suck, suck the cock (Whoah)
This what momma was afraid of
This why momma used to wait up, prayed up
This why momma told me na keep ya grades up
This the type of shit that fucked my momma faith up, straight up
Ns used to throw to gang up
Know some ns did some things we never bring up
I swear all this second hand done fucked my brain up
How you think I think of all the shit I think up
Now pay up na
Better get ya pay up
The wait's up na
Better get ya weight up
The rate's up na
Better get ya rate up
I can't fuck wit' ya
Now pay up na
Better get ya pay up
The wait's up na
Better get ya weight up
The rate's up na
Better get ya rate up
I can't fuck wit' ya
Now pay up na
Good Lord
That boy cold
He the coldest mu'fucker you know
Mu'fucker you know
Mu'fucker you know
Coldest mu'fucker you know
Mu'fucker you know
Coldest mu'fucker you know
Mu'fucker you know
Back on my bully shit
Back on my black hoodie shit, they think I'm full of shit
Touché na I been on my Cool J
Lately I been goin' up like it's Tuesday
Got me sippin' D'USSÉ like I'm Pousey
Rest In Peace to all my ns took the true way
I remember back when we was doin' two-a-days
Seem like all the real ns seein' fewer days
God willing, I'm coming up to collect na pay my fee
Or I double tap at ya heart boy this ain't I.G.
I'm in all black err'thang so they can't I.D.
I be looking like Ghost and feelin' like Ta-reek
I get a hit of that Keisha, and get to squeezing that Tommy
A Hallelujah won't save ya, ya spirit leavin' ya body
A Angel 'uh have to scoop ya
The rain 'uh leave ya ass soggy na all over a power trip
But I hate to have to go there (Go there)
Cause I know some ns don't care (Don't care)
Ns tired of livin' broke there (Broke there)
And they runnin' outta hope there (Hope there)
So pay up na
Better get ya pay up
The wait's up na
Better get ya weight up
The rate's up na
Better get ya rate up
I can't fuck wit' ya
Now pay up na
Coldest mu'fucker you know
Mu'fucker you know
Coldest mu'fucker you know
Mu'fucker you
How did you find me
I'm the man
Are you gonna be nice
I've never been nice my whole life, but I'll do my best
You promised you'd be nice
Naw I said I'd do my best, that's hardly a promise
From the depths of the sea, straight to the (Blocks)
Two middle fingers up to the, the, the cops
Two trigger fingers bust at the, the, the ops
Get a grip on my nuts bitch suck, suck the cock (Whoah)
This what momma was afraid of
This why momma used to wait up, prayed up
This why momma told me na keep ya grades up
This the type of shit that fucked my momma faith up, straight up
Ns used to throw to gang up
Know some ns did some things we never bring up
I swear all this second hand done fucked my brain up
How you think I think of all the shit I think up
Now pay up na
Better get ya pay up
The wait's up na
Better get ya weight up
The rate's up na
Better get ya rate up
I can't fuck wit' ya
Now pay up na
Better get ya pay up
The wait's up na
Better get ya weight up
The rate's up na
Better get ya rate up
I can't fuck wit' ya
Now pay up na
Good Lord
That boy cold
He the coldest mu'fucker you know
Mu'fucker you know
Mu'fucker you know
Coldest mu'fucker you know
Mu'fucker you know
Coldest mu'fucker you know
Mu'fucker you know
Back on my bully shit
Back on my black hoodie shit, they think I'm full of shit
Touché na I been on my Cool J
Lately I been goin' up like it's Tuesday
Got me sippin' D'USSÉ like I'm Pousey
Rest In Peace to all my ns took the true way
I remember back when we was doin' two-a-days
Seem like all the real ns seein' fewer days
God willing, I'm coming up to collect na pay my fee
Or I double tap at ya heart boy this ain't I.G.
I'm in all black err'thang so they can't I.D.
I be looking like Ghost and feelin' like Ta-reek
I get a hit of that Keisha, and get to squeezing that Tommy
A Hallelujah won't save ya, ya spirit leavin' ya body
A Angel 'uh have to scoop ya
The rain 'uh leave ya ass soggy na all over a power trip
But I hate to have to go there (Go there)
Cause I know some ns don't care (Don't care)
Ns tired of livin' broke there (Broke there)
And they runnin' outta hope there (Hope there)
So pay up na
Better get ya pay up
The wait's up na
Better get ya weight up
The rate's up na
Better get ya rate up
I can't fuck wit' ya
Now pay up na
Coldest mu'fucker you know
Mu'fucker you know
Coldest mu'fucker you know
Mu'fucker you
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Writer(s): Daniel Johnson
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