Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Power Trip, artist - Domo Genesis. Album song Facade Records - EP, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 06.12.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE, Genesis
Song language: English
Power Trip |
Catch me wilin' wit my woadies, carryin' fillet, fully loaded |
I push that power trip up to the limit, still I’m focused |
Villain with the motive if you feel heroic |
See, I ain’t gotta be convinced and I was in before I wrote it, bitch |
Winning board, back to the business, boy, what you winnin' for? |
Don’t feel the aura, pure to your gimmicks, boy, with the image for |
Forgive me, lord, living my life, that means I’m sinning more |
A scary nigga, doubting my mind, I never been before |
I’m tour swag, had the vision packed from the jump |
I left them actors dust, only way I look back and discuss |
Fuck the bashful act, going back to black and turning madness up |
I’ve had it up to h-, I’m back to crash and through your traffic rush |
Screaming «move, bitch, get out the way!» |
I’m 'bout to cause a scene when I bring the truth out to play |
Getting highly medicated out the way |
Bitch, we win the game tryna draw you out to play, big me |
Never liar, human-made attire |
In that visage, you won’t got a best use by a day decided |
Never liar, human-made attire |
In that visage, you won’t got a best use by a day decided |
Ripping pieces off the leaf, I’m 'bout to smoke, nigga |
Ain’t shit funny, but a joke, nigga |
I’ll be damned if I’ma die and be a broke nigga |
Chasing hundred dolla bills until I croak, nigga |
Dawg, you see no frogs, just the men that be in charge |
We at large, fleeing from the cars that belong to the badged and armed |
Killed a couple artists and put 'em all in a morgue |
Killed a lot of sergeants and now they call him the God of War |
If it ain’t Cozz, ignore it, what the fuck you nodding for? |
All that shit is bullshit, this shit like a matador |
All my shit be knocking so often you got a harder door |
The type of shit you try to put cough drops in a coffin for, 'cause you know |
I’m sick and it kills you |
You thought a sword would stop the lord from giving me all my blessings and my |
rewards |
This why I’m often bored, y’all getting so predictable |
I’m ha-ha-ing more, I know I’m bragging but to mop the floor with ya is not a |
chore, nigga |
Lyrical toys with us, but not mature children |
Childish with the weapon, I’m excited when it’s yelling |
My saga brings diamonds and real G’s to the environment |
Ripping pieces off the leaf, I’m 'bout to smoke, nigga |
Ain’t shit funny, but a joke, nigga |
Chasing hundred dolla bills until I croak, nigga |