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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