歌曲 | Power Circle |
歌手 | YoungStar |
歌手 | Meek Mill |
歌手 | Wale |
歌手 | Stalley |
歌手 | Gunplay |
专辑 | Self Made Vol. 2 |
Ft. Kendrick | |
Lamar (Rick Ross:) | |
If Michael | |
Jackson came alive right now, he’d ask you to smoke one for him, | |
So, in his honor you niggas | |
Spud Webb coming up short | |
Think you’re | |
Dee Brown jump if you want | |
I put it on my momma and her very last nerve, | |
Ricky made off everything | |
I deserved, the square root of a kilo is me nigga, huh! | |
The square root of a kilo is me nigga, do the math, | |
I’m motherfucking | |
G nigga, Huh! (Gunplay:) | |
It’a ll on me now, as you can see now | |
I’m gonna get this money and | |
I will not be denied, | |
Been shitting on you fucks along time to pee now, | |
When finish first, they hate you worse starting to see now, | |
I’m at round table, where you seat at? | |
Where your plate? where your lobster? where your sea bass? | |
We ain’t never left, acting like we back, | |
You should see us now taking pictures, | |
Acting like we rap, | |
This circle that will murk you blackout, | |
Short circuit | |
Somebody show them square ass nigga the first exit! | |
This here reserved for soldiers most definite. | |
So, watch what you say and where you step more carefully, | |
If I fall in the field and ain’t no more air for me, | |
Pour some on the ground, and put one in the air for me. tell my enemies “fuck ‘em” they know already but fuck ‘em | |
Tell ‘em again with a middle finger and a chuckle (ha ha ha) | |
You don’t know nigga, nope | |
Uh uh, this famous that will throw copper. | |
Cross so heavy crack the tabernacle, fire the ganja back up | |
Throw some blow in my tobacco, then crack the | |
Lac up, One match left. | |
This the last turn, sanury your candies in my sanctuary burn | |
Imma earn itl the last court adjourn, til the last gavel drop, we gon’ have it locked! | |
We gon’ have it locked! | |
We gon’ have it locked! (Stalley:) | |
A part of the small percentage of niggas who make it out the ghetto, | |
But niggas tried to pull me back ’cause misery loves company, | |
It’s fun how they come for me when they see me living comfortably | |
When I was broke and sleeping on the floors they ain’t want nothing from me | |
My future’s so bright, but my past so ugly, | |
And I just try to correct it | |
But it all haunts me, tried to section off the past | |
But it still haunts me. | |
So, I accept what got me here reflecting in this rocking chair, | |
All this space created all that hard work it got me here | |
So what I look like telling nigga that | |
I should be here. | |
Power to the people, so the people shouldn’t live in fear. | |
And i’ll be that raising voice and tell the people treat us fair. | |
Warring in the streets, tell them soldiers to meet us there. | |
Out in the open all alone, | |
I felt the coldest air. | |
Secluded in my thoughts of fear, no one to talk to | |
No one there, not even a voice, | |
Not even an ear, no one alive, no one to care. | |
Now I got a power circle, now | |
I’m on a power trip. | |
And they calling me counterfiet ’cause | |
I ain’t gave a coward shit | |
Stone me throw me a pile of shit but you won’t pull me out of it, | |
It’s not funny how it comes full circle, now they wanna be part of the power circle | |
They wanna be part of the power circle! (Wale:) | |
X2 Yeah, may the wind be at your back | |
May the bad be in your past. | |
May the kids take all your good and your wife have class | |
And you realize your goals and what’s life without grind. | |
Those niggas, yo niggas? | |
Hope them niggas real as mine (Wale:) | |
There’s a difference between underrated and hadn’t made it | |
Once you successful they relentlessly giving you hatred | |
There’s no applause for you and success is hard for you | |
There’s enemies envy, but green my niggas lawnmower | |
And I’m on your, | |
Jordan 4’s, | |
Tom Ford And | |
I ain’t thugging they clapping at me, a encore | |
Got a dark heart, bright mind make women crazy | |
I give her | |
D, I throw up two | |
I call that shit a safety | |
Shit is crazy when entertainment ain’t entertaining | |
And my inner sanctum need real estate | |
I’m out my cabeza | |
Jealousy’s for the weak, you ain’t happy | |
I made it | |
I be feeling like brother | |
Malcolm just added a nation | |
Allah got us cause if we holla they’ll all snub us | |
I seen hustlers turn cluckers out niggas grandmothers | |
So shut the fuck up and listen, fuck all ‘em stuck up musicians | |
My circle’s small but regardless my circumference official | |
My clothes different like quarterbacks at a closed scrimmage | |
They gon blitz us but ain’t no way that they gon hit us | |
I’m so allusive, some my niggas be going through it | |
I guess it’s a wrap when your co-defendant makes soul music | |
Cash rule the world, at least it do with girls | |
At least it do with churches see the truth and true it hurts | |
If they real, then they real, my niggas deserve it | |
And we don’t deal with weak squares in this power circle | |
Rough! We don’t deal with weak squares in this power circle (Meek Mill:) | |
Uh, I’m like welcome to the power circle | |
I came a long way | |
I started with a powdered circle | |
Clique full of real niggas that will probably murk you | |
Cause they about that murder game you do a lot of verbal | |
Lotta talking, lotta | |
Tweeting, till you hear that chopper speaking | |
Kill my dog, | |
I kill your dog, we tied even | |
I’d believe it | |
If you see it then you got it nigga never give up | |
Cause if you grinding you gon be rich before you can look up | |
My cousin | |
Knock told me never teach niggas to cook up | |
Cause you can sell em hard for the low and give em the hookup | |
And still make the profit, the streets say | |
I’m the hottest | |
And a nigga still modest | |
I’m just being honest | |
Back to the wall, never let em get behind us | |
Mack in my draws fitting right in my designers | |
Look at my persona, | |
I dreamed it woke up and conquered | |
And there was commas after commas, | |
I eat em like | |
Benihanas | |
Put the shrimp over the pasta, the pasta over the lobster | |
And the lobster over the table power circle mafia | |
Just money talking, talking money, what you talking about? | |
Probably talking about us we the only thing to talk about (Kendrick Lamar:) | |
Look inside the highs of the last | |
Mohicans survived | |
You won’t last a weekend outside | |
Seen a pastor tweaking, then sunk his teeth in a rock his demise | |
Later on that evening you heard the grieving of angels that cried | |
See a demon don’t compromise | |
And so I walk alone with a cross and a diamond stone | |
I’m a diamond inside the rough that’s too might for mighty goons | |
I might as well put all my killers in | |
YSL Put my voice on this microphone, put you pussy niggas through hell | |
Hell’s fire, | |
I never lie you will never grind | |
I know the priors they running by s when we do crime | |
I know that section eight wanna discontinue my moms | |
When they heard that | |
Ohio state gave me 30 racks in | |
July Oh Lord, this can’t be life no it can’t be life | |
When they say breaks and you earned them stripes and you learned that strike | |
From upstate will adjourn that life and confirm that life | |
It’s good bait for the warden that might get awarded and write | |
Now your fate can record it a reporter replied | |
The death rate will eventually climb, so eventually | |
I’m On a track race for the dough before time get a clock that resigns | |
So about face if it aint’ business, | |
I get offended | |
I mind No one fake, | |
I’m a realist in strive of a billion in five | |
Well a billion cause the limit is the sky and | |
I live on cloud nine | |
And I recognize my nemesis gon try but | |
I’m finishing my shine | |
But pussy, where it hurt you life in the power circle (Rick Ross:) | |
Regardless of how it goes down | |
Life goes on, am | |
I right? Tried to warn you niggas | |
I tried to warn you niggas, it’s too late now | |
Double MG, too much cake | |
Too much power, too much respect | |
Bow down, nigga | |
Huh! |
Ft. Kendrick | |
Lamar Rick Ross: | |
If Michael | |
Jackson came alive right now, he' d ask you to smoke one for him, | |
So, in his honor you niggas | |
Spud Webb coming up short | |
Think you' re | |
Dee Brown jump if you want | |
I put it on my momma and her very last nerve, | |
Ricky made off everything | |
I deserved, the square root of a kilo is me nigga, huh! | |
The square root of a kilo is me nigga, do the math, | |
I' m motherfucking | |
G nigga, Huh! Gunplay: | |
It' a ll on me now, as you can see now | |
I' m gonna get this money and | |
I will not be denied, | |
Been shitting on you fucks along time to pee now, | |
When finish first, they hate you worse starting to see now, | |
I' m at round table, where you seat at? | |
Where your plate? where your lobster? where your sea bass? | |
We ain' t never left, acting like we back, | |
You should see us now taking pictures, | |
Acting like we rap, | |
This circle that will murk you blackout, | |
Short circuit | |
Somebody show them square ass nigga the first exit! | |
This here reserved for soldiers most definite. | |
So, watch what you say and where you step more carefully, | |
If I fall in the field and ain' t no more air for me, | |
Pour some on the ground, and put one in the air for me. tell my enemies " fuck ' em" they know already but fuck ' em | |
Tell ' em again with a middle finger and a chuckle ha ha ha | |
You don' t know nigga, nope | |
Uh uh, this famous that will throw copper. | |
Cross so heavy crack the tabernacle, fire the ganja back up | |
Throw some blow in my tobacco, then crack the | |
Lac up, One match left. | |
This the last turn, sanury your candies in my sanctuary burn | |
Imma earn itl the last court adjourn, til the last gavel drop, we gon' have it locked! | |
We gon' have it locked! | |
We gon' have it locked! Stalley: | |
A part of the small percentage of niggas who make it out the ghetto, | |
But niggas tried to pull me back ' cause misery loves company, | |
It' s fun how they come for me when they see me living comfortably | |
When I was broke and sleeping on the floors they ain' t want nothing from me | |
My future' s so bright, but my past so ugly, | |
And I just try to correct it | |
But it all haunts me, tried to section off the past | |
But it still haunts me. | |
So, I accept what got me here reflecting in this rocking chair, | |
All this space created all that hard work it got me here | |
So what I look like telling nigga that | |
I should be here. | |
Power to the people, so the people shouldn' t live in fear. | |
And i' ll be that raising voice and tell the people treat us fair. | |
Warring in the streets, tell them soldiers to meet us there. | |
Out in the open all alone, | |
I felt the coldest air. | |
Secluded in my thoughts of fear, no one to talk to | |
No one there, not even a voice, | |
Not even an ear, no one alive, no one to care. | |
Now I got a power circle, now | |
I' m on a power trip. | |
And they calling me counterfiet ' cause | |
I ain' t gave a coward shit | |
Stone me throw me a pile of shit but you won' t pull me out of it, | |
It' s not funny how it comes full circle, now they wanna be part of the power circle | |
They wanna be part of the power circle! Wale: | |
X2 Yeah, may the wind be at your back | |
May the bad be in your past. | |
May the kids take all your good and your wife have class | |
And you realize your goals and what' s life without grind. | |
Those niggas, yo niggas? | |
Hope them niggas real as mine Wale: | |
There' s a difference between underrated and hadn' t made it | |
Once you successful they relentlessly giving you hatred | |
There' s no applause for you and success is hard for you | |
There' s enemies envy, but green my niggas lawnmower | |
And I' m on your, | |
Jordan 4' s, | |
Tom Ford And | |
I ain' t thugging they clapping at me, a encore | |
Got a dark heart, bright mind make women crazy | |
I give her | |
D, I throw up two | |
I call that shit a safety | |
Shit is crazy when entertainment ain' t entertaining | |
And my inner sanctum need real estate | |
I' m out my cabeza | |
Jealousy' s for the weak, you ain' t happy | |
I made it | |
I be feeling like brother | |
Malcolm just added a nation | |
Allah got us cause if we holla they' ll all snub us | |
I seen hustlers turn cluckers out niggas grandmothers | |
So shut the fuck up and listen, fuck all ' em stuck up musicians | |
My circle' s small but regardless my circumference official | |
My clothes different like quarterbacks at a closed scrimmage | |
They gon blitz us but ain' t no way that they gon hit us | |
I' m so allusive, some my niggas be going through it | |
I guess it' s a wrap when your codefendant makes soul music | |
Cash rule the world, at least it do with girls | |
At least it do with churches see the truth and true it hurts | |
If they real, then they real, my niggas deserve it | |
And we don' t deal with weak squares in this power circle | |
Rough! We don' t deal with weak squares in this power circle Meek Mill: | |
Uh, I' m like welcome to the power circle | |
I came a long way | |
I started with a powdered circle | |
Clique full of real niggas that will probably murk you | |
Cause they about that murder game you do a lot of verbal | |
Lotta talking, lotta | |
Tweeting, till you hear that chopper speaking | |
Kill my dog, | |
I kill your dog, we tied even | |
I' d believe it | |
If you see it then you got it nigga never give up | |
Cause if you grinding you gon be rich before you can look up | |
My cousin | |
Knock told me never teach niggas to cook up | |
Cause you can sell em hard for the low and give em the hookup | |
And still make the profit, the streets say | |
I' m the hottest | |
And a nigga still modest | |
I' m just being honest | |
Back to the wall, never let em get behind us | |
Mack in my draws fitting right in my designers | |
Look at my persona, | |
I dreamed it woke up and conquered | |
And there was commas after commas, | |
I eat em like | |
Benihanas | |
Put the shrimp over the pasta, the pasta over the lobster | |
And the lobster over the table power circle mafia | |
Just money talking, talking money, what you talking about? | |
Probably talking about us we the only thing to talk about Kendrick Lamar: | |
Look inside the highs of the last | |
Mohicans survived | |
You won' t last a weekend outside | |
Seen a pastor tweaking, then sunk his teeth in a rock his demise | |
Later on that evening you heard the grieving of angels that cried | |
See a demon don' t compromise | |
And so I walk alone with a cross and a diamond stone | |
I' m a diamond inside the rough that' s too might for mighty goons | |
I might as well put all my killers in | |
YSL Put my voice on this microphone, put you pussy niggas through hell | |
Hell' s fire, | |
I never lie you will never grind | |
I know the priors they running by s when we do crime | |
I know that section eight wanna discontinue my moms | |
When they heard that | |
Ohio state gave me 30 racks in | |
July Oh Lord, this can' t be life no it can' t be life | |
When they say breaks and you earned them stripes and you learned that strike | |
From upstate will adjourn that life and confirm that life | |
It' s good bait for the warden that might get awarded and write | |
Now your fate can record it a reporter replied | |
The death rate will eventually climb, so eventually | |
I' m On a track race for the dough before time get a clock that resigns | |
So about face if it aint' business, | |
I get offended | |
I mind No one fake, | |
I' m a realist in strive of a billion in five | |
Well a billion cause the limit is the sky and | |
I live on cloud nine | |
And I recognize my nemesis gon try but | |
I' m finishing my shine | |
But pussy, where it hurt you life in the power circle Rick Ross: | |
Regardless of how it goes down | |
Life goes on, am | |
I right? Tried to warn you niggas | |
I tried to warn you niggas, it' s too late now | |
Double MG, too much cake | |
Too much power, too much respect | |
Bow down, nigga | |
Huh! |