Power Trip - Lecrae, Derek Minor, Sho Baraka

The key to life: money, power, respect

Louie this, Gucci that, two private jets

Big money, big business, watch that paper stack

Treat life like a game, it ain’t pool but I’m racked

Up, big bucks, no whammies

I swear I prolly lump somebody head for a Grammy

My heart black as the Lambo Kim bought for Kanye

And I ain’t frontin', I’m just telling y’all what God say

Blood thirsty

Seek my own will since the day that Adam cursed me

The lust for power go to ya' brain if you let it

You say, «What up, dog?»

I hear «God.»

I’m so dyslexic

Sit on the throne, it’s really a toilet, heart is septic

I have no power, I get handed death, I must accept it

It’s hard to see the light when you never listen

Our whole life’s blacked out, the power’s trippin'

Who’s got the power?

(Do you really want it all, whole world in ya' palm, tell me…)

Who’s got the power?

(It'll make you a leader or a tyrant, you do the decidin')

Who’s got the power?

(Do you really want it all, whole world in ya' palm, tell me…)

Who’s got the power?

(It'll make you a leader or a tyrant, you do the decidin')

It was all a dream

I grew up readin' hip-hop magazines

Double-XL got me wantin' to excel

They tellin' me it ain’t hard to tell, I rock well

And now with every sale I’m feelin' my head swell

Well, I’m a genius in my dreams

Even if I was, it was stitched inside my genes (get it)

I’m self-inflated, self-infatuated

And somehow I convinced myself I finally made it

The truth is I was made like the mob

Geppetto put me together;

my strings lead to God

Pride come befo' the fall, I seen it in the script (seen it)

So if you see me fallin', prolly a power trip

Who’s got the power?

(Do you really want it all, whole world in ya' palm, tell me…)

Who’s got the power?

(It'll make you a leader or a tyrant, you do the decidin')

Who’s got the power?

(Do you really want it all, whole world in ya' palm, tell me…)

Who’s got the power?

(It'll make you a leader or a tyrant, you do the decidin')

Welcome to the culture where humility is not allowed

They do it big, if you don’t see that, you Shallow Hal

Tryna show them how love and power, it goes together

If they call us losers, that just means we last forever

I been connected to the power, I don’t have to chase it

I roll with the Trinity, this is sorta the Matrix

A hard pill to swallow: we’re evil to the core

Wicked power exploits the poor, and it brings war

Power can be a field of dreams loaded with land mines

We know the ruler so you can’t say these are bad lines

(You might lust for that power!), but don’t forget that we’re forgiven

I know the Lord gon' catch me when I’m power trippin'

Who made the crowd put they hands in the sky?

Me

Who made the sky with they hands?

What if y’all can’t see?

This is kinda strange, God makes the weather change

And we braggin' up on our change like «look how we make it rain!»

We Invictus, this sin sickness is in us

Running a muck and 'causin' that mischief, tell me this then, «Who could really

fix us?»

I’m, trippin' to think that I’m really not limited in this position I’m sitting

in

Gravity pulling me back to earth gradually, reality’s hittin'

(Who's got the power?)