Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Power Circle, artist - Meek Mill.
Date of issue: 21.06.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Power Circle |
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 Madoff everything I deserve |
The square root of a kilo is me nigga |
The square root of a kilo is me nigga |
Do the math, I’m a motherfucking G nigga |
It’s all on me now, as you can see now |
I’m gon' get this money and I will not be denied |
Been shittin' on you fucks a long time, time to pee now |
When you finish first they hate you worse, startin to see now |
I’m at the round table, where your 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 the circle that’ll murk you, blackout, short circuit |
Somebody show them square ass niggas the first exit |
This here reserved for soldiers most definitely |
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 |
You don’t know nann nigga, nope, uh uh |
This famous that’ll still throw copper |
Cross so heavy crack the tabernacle |
Fire the ganja back up |
Throw some blow in my tobacco |
Then crank the Lac up |
One match left, this the last turn |
Santeria candles in my sanctuary burn |
I’mma earn 'til the last court adjourn |
'Til the last gavel drop we gon' have it locked |
We gon' have it locked |
We gon' have it locked |
I’m 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 funny how they come for me when they see me living comfortably |
But when I was broke and sleeping on 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 all but it all still 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 a nigga that I shouldn’t 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 in 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 counterfeit 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 funny how it comes full circle |
Now they wanna be a part of the power circle |
They wanna be a part of the power circle |
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 those niggas real as mine |
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 those niggas real as mine |
There’s a difference between underrated and hasn’t made it |
Once you successful they relentlessly giving you hatred |
There’s no applause for ya and success is hard for ya |
There’s enemies, envy, with green my niggas -- lawnmower |
And I’m on tour, 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 out of the Nation |
Allah got us cause if we hollered a lost numbers |
I seen hustlers turn cluckers out niggas grandmothers |
So shut the fuck up and listen, fuck all them stuck up musicians |
My circle 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 elusive, so my niggas be goin' through it |
Guess it’s a wrap when your co-defendant make soul music |
Cash rule the world -- at least it do with girls |
At least it do with churches, seek 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 |
We don’t deal with weak squares in this power circle |
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’ll probably murk you |
Cause they about that murder game you do a lot of verbal |
Lotta talking, lotta Tweeting, 'til 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 grindin' 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 |
Mac 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 a mafia |
Just talkin' money, talkin' money what you talkin' bout? |
Probably talkin' bout us, we the only thing to talk about |
Cause we the only thing to talk about |
Cause we the only thing to talk about |
Look inside the eyes 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 mighty for maricons |
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 us 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 day 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 denied 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 ain’t business, I get offended, I mind |
Now one fake, I’m a realist in strive, I’m 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 to put a finish in my shine |
But pussy, we’ll hurt you |
Life in the power circle |
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 M-G |
Too much cake |
Too much power |
Too much respect |
Bow down, nigga |
Ugh! |