CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Power
[Intro]
Mm, mm, mm
Just to get me higher
(Census, what you cookin'?)
Just to get me higher
[Chorus]
Ayy, pour a four just to get me higher (Just to get me higher, mm, mm)
And if you looking for me, I only come out in the wee hours
Know JSO hate they gave me power (Mm, mm)
And when I die, man, you niggas better slide, don't send me flowers
Don't need a stylist to get me flyer
Bitch, I'm in Saks with them racks, some of this shit, don't even wanna buy
My nigga locked up, we on FaceTime (Mm, mm-mm, mm, mm)
Like, what you heard through thе grapevine? Poppa getting cakе now
[Verse 1]
Okay, I don't wanna waste time, must be out your mind
That shit like wasting money and I ain't wasting mine
Turn a nick to a dime, turn a dime to a hundred
Buy that shit I be thinking 'bout, it remind me of somethin'
It remind me of summer, shit remind me of some day
It remind me of karma, I be thinking 'bout gun play
I be thinking 'bout commas, gotta make sure her son straight
I be thinking 'bout mama
No, we don't live in fear, we just relive trauma
Know it's been some years, but we don't heal from it
And he know them demons coming, so he still running
Ain't even look behind, he feel them still coming, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
Ayy, pour a four just to get me higher (Just to get me higher, mm, mm)
And if you looking for me, I only come out in the wee hours
Know JSO hate they gave me power (Mm, mm)
And when I die, man, you niggas better slide, don't send me flowers
Don't need a stylist to get me flyer
Bitch, I'm in Saks with them racks, some of this shit, don't even wanna buy
My nigga locked up, we on FaceTime (Mm, mm-mm, mm, mm)
Like, what you heard through the grapevine? Poppa getting cake now
[Verse 2]
I be in and out of state now (In and out of state)
I guess that's why detectives hate now, tryna fuck up what I make
Gotta watch the way I move now, gotta catch the shit I say
Gotta tell them watch the news when they ask about that Drac'
Yeah, I be feeling out of place like my iPhone go out of space
Say that boy gone, they gotta trace him, he say he strong, he live on faith
Just keep going, you gon' make it, for how long that it take
Ayy, three things I ain't taking, a threat, advice, and a favor
Remember bad nights had me not being nice to my neighbors
And I don't like I had to leave 'em all, I need to save 'em
Chrome Heart flavors later, boy, I spent some paper on it
Sippin' on that Celtics green, my cup look like Jason Tatum, don't it?
[Chorus]
Ayy, pour a four just to get me higher (Just to get me higher, mm, mm)
And if you looking for me, I only come out in the wee hours
Know JSO hate they gave me power (Mm, mm)
And when I die, man, you niggas better slide, don't send me flowers
Don't need a stylist to get me flyer
Bitch, I'm in Saks with them racks, some of this shit, don't even wanna buy
My nigga locked up, we on FaceTime (Mm, mm-mm, mm, mm)
Like, what you heard through the grapevine? Poppa getting cake now
[Outro]
Just to get me higher
Like, what you heard through the grapevine? Poppa getting cake now
Mm, mm, mm
Just to get me higher
(Census, what you cookin'?)
Just to get me higher
[Chorus]
Ayy, pour a four just to get me higher (Just to get me higher, mm, mm)
And if you looking for me, I only come out in the wee hours
Know JSO hate they gave me power (Mm, mm)
And when I die, man, you niggas better slide, don't send me flowers
Don't need a stylist to get me flyer
Bitch, I'm in Saks with them racks, some of this shit, don't even wanna buy
My nigga locked up, we on FaceTime (Mm, mm-mm, mm, mm)
Like, what you heard through thе grapevine? Poppa getting cakе now
[Verse 1]
Okay, I don't wanna waste time, must be out your mind
That shit like wasting money and I ain't wasting mine
Turn a nick to a dime, turn a dime to a hundred
Buy that shit I be thinking 'bout, it remind me of somethin'
It remind me of summer, shit remind me of some day
It remind me of karma, I be thinking 'bout gun play
I be thinking 'bout commas, gotta make sure her son straight
I be thinking 'bout mama
No, we don't live in fear, we just relive trauma
Know it's been some years, but we don't heal from it
And he know them demons coming, so he still running
Ain't even look behind, he feel them still coming, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
Ayy, pour a four just to get me higher (Just to get me higher, mm, mm)
And if you looking for me, I only come out in the wee hours
Know JSO hate they gave me power (Mm, mm)
And when I die, man, you niggas better slide, don't send me flowers
Don't need a stylist to get me flyer
Bitch, I'm in Saks with them racks, some of this shit, don't even wanna buy
My nigga locked up, we on FaceTime (Mm, mm-mm, mm, mm)
Like, what you heard through the grapevine? Poppa getting cake now
[Verse 2]
I be in and out of state now (In and out of state)
I guess that's why detectives hate now, tryna fuck up what I make
Gotta watch the way I move now, gotta catch the shit I say
Gotta tell them watch the news when they ask about that Drac'
Yeah, I be feeling out of place like my iPhone go out of space
Say that boy gone, they gotta trace him, he say he strong, he live on faith
Just keep going, you gon' make it, for how long that it take
Ayy, three things I ain't taking, a threat, advice, and a favor
Remember bad nights had me not being nice to my neighbors
And I don't like I had to leave 'em all, I need to save 'em
Chrome Heart flavors later, boy, I spent some paper on it
Sippin' on that Celtics green, my cup look like Jason Tatum, don't it?
[Chorus]
Ayy, pour a four just to get me higher (Just to get me higher, mm, mm)
And if you looking for me, I only come out in the wee hours
Know JSO hate they gave me power (Mm, mm)
And when I die, man, you niggas better slide, don't send me flowers
Don't need a stylist to get me flyer
Bitch, I'm in Saks with them racks, some of this shit, don't even wanna buy
My nigga locked up, we on FaceTime (Mm, mm-mm, mm, mm)
Like, what you heard through the grapevine? Poppa getting cake now
[Outro]
Just to get me higher
Like, what you heard through the grapevine? Poppa getting cake now
