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Lil Poppa - Power Lyrics

Pour a four just to get me higher
And if you looking for me I only come out in the wee hours
Know jso hate they gave me power
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 like what you heard through the grapevine
Poppa getting cake now

Ok 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 you it remind me of something
It remind me of summer shit remind me of some day
You 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
He know them demons coming so he still running
Ain't even look behind he feel them still coming (yeah yeahhh)

Pour a four just to get me higher
And if you looking for me I only come out in the wee hours
Know jso hate they gave me power
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 like what you heard through the grapevine
Poppa getting cake now

I been in and out of state now
I guess that's why detectives hate now
Trying to 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
I be feeling out of place like my iPhone go out of space
Say that boy they got to trace him he say he strong he live on faith
Just keep going you going make it fuck how long that it take
Three things I ain't taken a threat advice and a hater
Remember bad nights had me not being nice to my neighbors
And I don't like I had to leave them all I need to save them
Chrome heart flavors Matty boy I spent some paper on it
Sipping on that Celtics green my cup look like Jason Tatum don't it

Pour a four just to get me higher
And if you looking for me I only come out in the wee hours
Know jso hate they gave me power
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 like what you heard through the grapevine
Poppa getting cake now