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PERFORMING ARTISTS
CeeLo Green
CeeLo Green
Vocals
Nick Cannon
Nick Cannon
Vocals
Doctur Dot
Doctur Dot
Vocals
Johnny Venus
Johnny Venus
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Elan Parker
Elan Parker
Songwriter
Olu Fann
Olu Fann
Songwriter
Thomas Callaway
Thomas Callaway
Songwriter
Nicholas Scott Cannon
Nicholas Scott Cannon
Songwriter
Taji Ausar
Taji Ausar
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dish
Dish
Producer
Tane Runo
Tane Runo
Producer
1500 or Nothin'
Co-Producer
Leslie Brathwaite
Leslie Brathwaite
Mixing Engineer
Nandish Patel
Nandish Patel
Recording Engineer
Quayshawn Williams
Quayshawn Williams
Recording Engineer
Raúl Chirinos
Raúl Chirinos
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Olu Fann
Olu Fann
Producer

Lyrics

Nigga be pressed to claim a street with a white man name I pulled up to put you up on game What's your focus? What you doin'? What you want out this life? I want power, can't never be satisfied with fame I'm just a man of the people from 'round the way like the Beatles I been exposed to new levels, I'm always tryna do better Roll with my roadies like Cheadle, you say the top can get lonely I say the bottom is lethal, I want the crown, I'm medieval See us gettin' this money, they still don't see us as equals They know that we don't control shit, comin' up in small doses Sometimes I sit back and roll up and I think of my heroes and so it goes Gain the world, lose your soul, skull and bones, Puffy Combs Too many niggas dead and gone when they just got on And I'd be lyin' if I said it's nothin' wrong Sometimes I sit back and roll up and I just think of my heroes and so it goes Gain the world, lose your soul, skull and bones, Puffy Combs Power, power, power Oh, power, power, power Put down your God and pick up your Bible (yeah) Put down your picket signs and pick up your rifle (bra-bra-bra-bra) Messages conflictin', twistin' on my mental (yeah) Love on your enemies, don't you trust your kinfolk (Ayy, fuck them niggas over there, man) Family feudin' on American dreamboats (he always need somethin', he always askin' for money) Top of the food chain what them people kill for (uh) Down on your knees and pray up to God or Stand on your feet and rise above all, uh As a child, I was miseducated I grew up praisin' power, guns, drugs, misogynation Fire inside, blazin', constantly wakin' Me and my demons engagin' in conversation on how we finna get paid But through it all, I placed my hands on my balls, that's a power grab (yeah) They see a Black man shining, they'll shoot him down fast (yeah) Fuck CEOs takin' your shows and firin' you at night like Nick, that's a cannon blast They'll try to undercut your ass, buy out your cast Say you crazy as hell, Chappelle status CEOs takin' your shows and firin' you at night like Nick, that's a cannon blast Power, power, power (shit, that shit powerful right there, haha) Oh, power, power, power (you know what's the wild shit? I just named my daughter Powerful) Power, power, power (and niggas thought I was crazy for that, ayy, call me crazy) Oh, power, power, power ('cause niggas that think they crazy enough to change the world (The ones that actually do that shit) Yo, I got you (power) Whether what I do, you into or not (not), I done been to the top (top) And I done been through a lot (a lot), and if I offend you or not (not) I might convince you to stop (stop), see, I done been in the room (room) Watch others bend and assume (assume), and I got friends in the tomb (ooh) Boy, I done been in the back (back), and I have witnessed the axe (axe) What kind of business is that? (That), a slave master's business is black (is black) But I have listened, I done been in a compromising position I done been in they pockets to get on the playlist, I done been in the system But I hit different (different) This industry shit different (different) It's a major motion picture budget, it's lit different (different) My wrist different (different) And every woman I'm with's different (different) Try goin' back to the old you sometime and you'll miss different (different) But the corporate is morbid They wanna put a mark in your forehead A quake in their handshake But you fake for the fan's sake But I'm better than average And I deserve to have this And I mean mug the men in the suits and ties Looking at me like I'm a bad bitch But I never lost my religion, so I'm lucky When a lot of these other artists right here Thinkin' to themselves, "Damn, why don't nobody wanna fuck me?" I'm so glad that I'm ugly Boy, stop, I'm beautiful These motherfuckers'll kill you, be in the front row of your funeral Just want you to know Remain a man every minute of your hour A lot of these motherfuckers be all plugs with no power Power, power, power (yeah, so let the words of my mouth and the meditation) (In my heart be acceptable in the sight of the most high, yeah) Oh, power, power, power (pretty much all I'm sayin' is) (I'ma do what I can and I'ma let God do what I can't) Power, power, power (shit, I'm just tryna make it 'fore the light change) (And I fall off like a bike chain, it's a minor setback for a major comeback) (Shit, we do everything all black) Eh, power, power, power (we own that shit, we reppin' for all Blacks) (That's why they had to give my shit back, powerful)
Writer(s): Olu O Fann, Larrance Dopson, Eian Undrai Parker, Nick Cannon, Taji Ausar, Thomas Callaway, Nandish Patel Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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