Paroles Power Benny (Rapper)

Power

Huh, huh, yo, I was guilty as hell, ain't tell so I feel innocent
Take me back to my cell so I can build inner strength
Push-ups, pull-ups, and dips, I'm real militant
Who woulda known I'd come home and build businesses
Look what I own on my own, I'm still killin' shit
Bought enough whips to fill dealerships
Y'all niggas worried bout IG pics, them still images
Them identities, ain't theirs, they steal images

Quit playin' with that motherfuckin' real money and take that shit to Hefe
It come through the mail the next day, you know traffic is a decade
Turned my million-dollar wrist into a million-dollar neckache
They wonder if my debt paid, and Wendy, I got my head shaved
And the L, I got my bed rolled, it's us against the death toll
So you gotta respect hoes who keep they mouth and they legs closed
I'm ridin' top-down in the Benz, and I can hear echoes and stutters
From dead hustlers who've made they deals with the devil

I said, businessmen and thugs, momma raised a plug
I could hold a grudge, or I could show you love
Bands pullin' up, ain't no roof up there above
Mountain at the top, and ain't no room up there above

Now it's so quiet in that room, fuck a DA, fuck a judge
Flyin' in that coupe, got subpoenaed by the plug
She a bad bitch, I'm sure she seen a lot of love
She seen a lot, but she ain't seen no better drugs

Just bought a watch that I'ma pass off in a year or two
And built a brand new crib with walls I can hear through
Who gon' catch you when you fall, treat the gang like a parachute
We like the Navy, sign, get a gun chain and a pair of boots

Now we ain't breakin' interrogation like uneducated fools, huh
We stayin' quiet like meditation rooms, no snitchin'
I know bitches in a better place than dudes
From sellin' weight while these niggas sellin' plates of food, huh
I was frustrated, tempered, short-fused
But never let your situation regulate your moves
And the next time you see me, I'm in a better place than proves
Cause we grind all winter, we don't celebrate till June, nigga

It was equal, had everything in the game, and everything to lose
So we opened up them traps like they was FDA-approved
Ain't nothin' like these featherweights, y'all better play it cool
We all got money, but Pablo was gon' separate the room

I said, businessmen and thugs, momma raised a plug
I could hold a grudge, or I could show you love
Bands pullin' up, ain't no roof up there above
Mountain at the top, and ain't no room up there above

Now it's so quiet in that room, fuck a DA, fuck a judge
Flyin' in that coupe, got subpoenaed by the plug
She a bad bitch, I'm sure she seen a lot of love
She seen a lot, but she ain't seen no better drugs