Kendrick Lamar - Power Circle Lyrics
[Intro: Rick Ross]If Michael Jackson came alive right nowHe’d ask you to smoke one for himSo in his honor…(Lights)[Verse 1: Rick Ross]You niggas Spud Webb, comin’ up shortThink you’re Dee Brown, jump if you wantI put it on my momma and her very last nerveRicky made off everything I deservedThe square root of a kilo is me niggaThe square root of a kilo is me niggaDo the math, I’m a mutha*****in’ G nigga[Verse 2: Gunplay]It’s all on me now, as you can see nowI’m gon’ get this money and I will not be deniedBeen shittin’ on you *****s a long time, time to pee nowWhen you finish first they hate you worse, startin’ to see nowI’m at the round table, where your seat at?Where your plate? where your lobster? where your sea bass?We ain’t never left, actin’ like we backYou should see us now, taking pictures, acting like we rapThis the circle that’ll murk you, blackout, short circuitSomebody show them square ass niggas the first exitThis here reserved for soldiers most definiteSo watch what you say and where you step more carefullyIf I fall in the field and ain’t no more air for mePour some on the ground and put one in the air for meTell my enemies “***** ‘em”, they know already but ***** ‘emTell ‘em again with a middle finger and a chuckle (hahahaa)You don’t know now nigga, nope, uh uhThis famous that’ll still throw copperCross so heavy crack the tabernacleFire the ganja back upThrow some blow in my tobaccoThen crank the Lac upOne match leftThis the last turn, Santeria candles in my sanctuary burnI’ma earn ’til the last court adjourn‘Til the last gavel drop, we gon’ have it lockedWe gon’ have it locked (have it locked)We gon’ have it locked (have it locked)[Verse 3: Stalley]I’m part of the small percentage of niggas who make it out the ghettoBut niggas tried to pull me back cause misery loves companyIt’s funny how they come for me when they see me living comfortablyBut when I was broke and sleeping on floors they ain’t want nothing from meMy future’s so bright but my past so uglyAnd I just try to correct it all but it all still haunts meTried to section off the past but it still haunts meSo I accept what got me here, reflecting in this rocking chairAll this space created, all that hard work it got me hereSo what I look like, tellin’ a nigga that I should be herePower to the people so the people shouldn’t live in fearAnd I’ll be that raising voice and tell the people treat us fairWarring in the streets tell them soldiers to meet us thereOut in the open all alone I felt the coldest airSecluded in my thoughts of fearNo one to talk to, no one thereNot even a voice, not even an earNo one alive, no one to careNow I got a power circle, now I’m on a power tripAnd they calling me counterfeit cause I ain’t gave a coward shitStone me, throw me a pile of shit but you won’t pull me out of itIt’s funny how it comes full circleNow they wanna be a part of the power circleThey wanna be a part of the power circle[Bridge: Wale] (2x)May the wind be at your backMay the bad be in your pastMay the kids take all your goodAnd your wife have classAnd you realize your goalsAnd what’s life without grindThose niggas, yo niggas?Hope them niggas real as mine[Verse 4: Wale]There’s a difference between underrated and hasn’t made itOnce you successful they relentlessly giving you hatredThere’s no applause for ya and success is hard for yaThere’s enemies, envy, but green my niggas lawnmowerAnd I’m on tour, Jordan, Tom FordAnd I ain’t thuggin’, they clappin’ at me, a encoreGot a dark heart, bright mind, make women crazyI give her D, I throw up two, I call that shit a safetyShit is crazy when entertainment aint entertainingAnd my inner sanctum need real estate I’m out my cabezaJealousy’s for the weak, you aint happy I made itI be feeling like brother Malcolm, just added a nationAllah got us cause if we holla they’ll all snub usI seen hustlas turn cluckers out niggas grandmothersSo shut the ***** up and listen, ***** all ‘em stuck up musiciansMy circle’s small but regardless, my circumference officialMy clothes different like quarterbacks at a closed scrimmageThey gon’ blitz us but ain’t no way that they gon’ hit usI’m so allusive, some my niggas be going through itI guess it’s a wrap when your co-defendant makes soul musicCash rule the world, at least it do with girlsAt least it do with Churches, see the truth and true it hurtsIf they real, then they real, my niggas deserve itAnd we don’t deal with weak squares in this power circleWe don’t deal with weak squares in this power circle[Verse 5: Meek Mill]I’m like welcome to the power circleI came a long way, I started with a powdered circleClique full of real niggas that’ll probably murk youCause they about that murder game you do a lot of verbalLotta talking, lotta Tweeting, ’til you hear that chopper speakingKill my dog, I kill your dog, we tied even, I’d believe itIf you see it then you got it, nigga never give upCause if you grindin’ you gon’ be rich before you can look upMy cousin Knock told me never teach niggas to cook upCause you can sell ‘em hard for the low and give ‘em the hookupAnd still make the profitThe streets say I’m the hottest and a nigga still modestI’m just being honestBack to the wall, never let ‘em get behind usMack in my draws fitting right in my designersLook at my persona, I dreamed it, woke up and conqueredAnd there was commas after commas, I eat ‘em like BenihanasPut the shrimp over the pasta, the pasta over the lobsterAnd the lobster over the table, power circle a mafiaJust talkin’ money, talkin’ money what you talkin’ bout?Probably talkin’ bout us, we the only thing to talk aboutWe the only thing to talk aboutWe the only thing to talk about[Verse 6: Kendrick Lamar]Look inside the highs of the last Mohicans survivedYou won’t last a weekend outsideSeen a pastor tweaking, then sunk his teeth in a rock his demiseLater on that evening you heard the grieving of angels that criedSee a demon don’t compromiseAnd so I walk alone with a cross and a diamond stoneI’m a diamond inside the rough that’s too mighty for mariconsI might as well put all my killers in YSLPut my voice on this microphone, put you ***** niggas through hellHell’s fire, I never lie, you will never grindI know the priors they runnin’ by us when we do crimeI know that section eight wanna discontinue my MomsWhen they heard that Ohio state gave me 30 racks in JulyOh Lord, this can’t be life, no it can’t be lifeWhen they day breaks and you earned them stripes and you learned that strikeFrom upstate will adjourn that life and confirm that lifeIt’s good bait for the warden that might get awarded and writeNow your fate can record it a reporter repliedThe death rate will eventually climb, so eventually I’mOn a track race for the dough before time get a clock that resignsSo about face if it ain’t business, I get offended, I mindNo one fake, I’m a realist in strive, of a bilion in fiveWell a billion cause the limit is the sky and I live on cloud nineAnd I recognize my nemesis gon’ try but I’m finishing my shineBut *****, where it hurt youLife in the power circle[Outro: Rick Ross]Regardless of how it goes downLife goes on, am I right?Tried to warn you niggasI tried to warn you niggasIt’s too late nowDouble M-GToo much cakeToo much powerToo much respectBow down, niggaUHN!
