Power & Sacrifice Lyrics

Certain shit have me bothered

What you know bout cutting the T.V. on and see yo whole face on crime stoppers

I know killers, I know robbers, I know a fiend who turned his life around, went back to school

And then became a doctor

And I can tell you about them 2am collect calls, I accept the charges, let me show you

My respect dawg

I'ma slide down they block and make a different type of mess y'all

Talking spicy in the booth, I walk in with the hot sauce

Off another pint of Wockhardt

Bitches want me like a Pop-Tart

I might procrastinate, but bitch I finish shit that I start

Ain't doin' extra shit, bitch I came here to do that one part

I be dirty money, wear a Bentley, whippin' like a go-kart

Slap a hundred on the AR, bring the drums out

A hundred thousand on the game I brong

The fines out

Hot boxin' in the whip, cough the lung out

Nothin but bitches in the crib, this the fun house

She pop the honey pack, I pop the perc, I bring the drugs out

I been that nigga since a rookie, brong the 40 in the club

I know a nigga ain't gon' push me I'm to busy chasing paper I can't beef about no pussy

Can't get no power without sacrifice

I'm leaving out but I'll be back tonight

I'm in the club, I'm throwin' munyun, came here to have some funyun

A pocket full of green face, twenties and some hunduns

Where the lean at cause I want some off addy's do you want one

We gotta open carry law, bitch it's a right for me to tote guns

Beat it slow in missionary like to watch her legs shake

Like how she jump up off this motherfuka like she need a break

I got her calling off of work cause ima beat it all day

The type of shit I'm tryna eat bae you don't even need a plate

I been staying out the way I been focused on the pape

Man I pity all these niggas all these niggas do is hate

I been down but when you ask me how I feel I say great

I lost a couple friends when I cut the grass to see the snakes

Keep them bad vibes away from me bitch I ain't playing

Like a real game of poker I could never show my hand

You can tell I'm off a busser when I do my little dance

Can't be dancing to hard I got this 40 in my pants

I just broke another rubber band

They be calling me the oven man

I'm spinning blocks just like a ceiling fan

They talk down I don't give a damn

Just served em 80 milligrams

With that switch im going ham

I got killer on my left but on my right they doing scams

I jumped inside a different bag I'm up the paper you wish you had

I tried to ghost ride the whip and pour the drank and damn near crashed

You might have saw me put the money there but then I switched the stash

I remember 2020 I was knocking on the glass

But now I'm sipping out the plastic

Man they shit feel so tragic

Bitch I want Barosaurus money you know Jurassic

Bitch I want like 20 cases of wock you know a casket

If I want it I grab it the pedal I stab it

Illegal driving doing 105 while I'm in traffic

I thought I seen them red light in my review and damn near panicked

Park the cat in the garage cause I ain't out here taking chances

I had a dream I had 300 cars and 60 mansions

CMF on my necklace

Show em who the best is

Brody got the TEC he tryna show em who the ref is

Pints of wocky in the fridge

My kitchen not for kids

I can take you to the Jury inn can't tell you where I live

I got a Glock for all that tough shit

Bitch who you getting ruff with

I said the choppa stay on dumb shit

Fuck you and who you run with

New FN this that one gift

Sip lean I don't get drunk bitch

I'm active in the party you can tell I'm off that one shit