Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Power Circle , by - Meek Mill. Release date: 21.06.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Power Circle , by - Meek Mill. 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! |
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