Franc Grams - Power To The Dollar Lyrics
[Verse:]I'm from the hood where niggas get locked up for tryna profit shitSkipping school cuz niggas need dollas way mo' than scholarshipsBug alot, moms ain't working, searching for jobs & shitCrack still high in demand, lata for colleges manDucking, dodging the snitches giving the whole truthSame crew, run with them niggas I knew since '02Only played the block for a minute, my phone blewBe mo' excited for them rings from them *****es that give a pose toReal niggas know, that $ phone go off &, n***a, errything stops& I tried to rewind steps of this hustlaz mindsetAttempts to sidestep the regrets of this life, yetIt's hard, when seeing mo' from a night that ya would getBusting yo ass all week for that lil ass checkNow I execute this rap shit, fluently how I handleIn the streets, eitha crack or these beats, it's still Grams, soonI'm the best new artist, no competition at allAin't seen the first this year since the drop of the ball, niggas& one time for my niggas locked in the feds behind that papa chase, manHood hd, Dope Boy, G Boss, it's Free You till they free ya, niggasPowa of the dolla[Hook:]It's enough to shape the world that we live inFeel the pain of it, ya feel the pain of itMama used to always tell me that it's changing meOh, good Lord, the powa of the dollaCan't remain where I came, expect thatI ain't the same since it came, I accept thatI'll do anythin', anything just to get thatOh, good Lord, the powa of the dolla[Verse 2: The Game)It ain't nothing but a Bentley to meI done crashed 6 of them mutha*****as since Dr. Dre *****ing sent it to meCompton, n***a, game is elementaryRappas die, rappas hide wheneva they mention meMy bars poetic, any n***a can get itHardest mc on the West since Pac, Busta Rhymes said itGave that n***a a hundred bars my first night at the 'MathSince then I had a hundred cars, spent a million in gas, what's up?Aye Dre, go get the Porsche washed manHere Chris, y'all turn up on these niggas one time (soowoo!)Rememba Boyz N The Hood, Cube sitting on the porch?N***a always had game, whetha the block or the courtFat gold chain, Glock in my shortsRip to Nate Dogg, he passed me the torch& I rememba that time, sipping on my HennessyTaking shots to the dome like we *****ing KennedysHere's 1 to yo memoryYeah, here's one to yo memoryRip to 2Pac, my n***a Eazy-E, niggas from the hood that made $Power of the dolla, let's go[Hook:]It's enough to shape the world that we live inFeel the pain of it, ya feel the pain of itMama used to always tell me that it's changing meOh, good Lord, the powa of the dollaCan't remain where I came, expect thatI ain't the same since it came, I accept thatI'll do anythin', anything just to get thatOh, good Lord, the powa of the dolla[Outro:]I can't take it, I can't take itI'm just not the same no mo'All this $, all this poaJust keeps taking ova meOh, good Lord the powa of the dollaGood Lord, the powa of the dolla
