[Intro: Rick Ross] If Michael Jackson came alive right now He'd ask you to smoke one for him So in his honor You niggas Spud Webb, coming up short Think you're Dee Brown, jump if you want I put it on my momma and her very last nerve Ricky made off everything I deserved The square root of a kilo is me nigga The square root of a kilo is me nigga Do the math, I'm a motherfucking G nigga
[Verse 2: Gunplay] It's all on me now, as you can see now I'm gon' get this money and I will not be denied Been shittin' on you fucks a long time, time to pee now When you finish first they hate you worse, startin to see now I'm at the round table, where your seat at? Where your plate, where your lobster, where your sea bass? We ain't never left, acting like we back You should see us now taking pictures acting like we rap This the circle that'll murk you, blackout, short circuit Somebody show them square ass niggas the first exit This here reserved for soldiers most definitely So watch what you say and where you step more carefully If I fall in the field and ain't no more air for me Pour some on the ground and put one in the air for me Tell my enemies fuck 'em, they know already but fuck 'em Tell 'em again with a middle finger and a chuckle You don't know nann nigga, nope, uh uh This famous that'll still throw copper Cross so heavy crack the tabernacle Fire the ganja back up Throw some blow in my tobacco Then crank the Lac up One match left, this the last turn Santeria candles in my sanctuary burn I'mma earn 'til the last court adjourn 'Til the last gavel drop we gon' have it locked We gon' have it locked We gon' have it locked
[Verse 3: Stalley] I'm part of the small percentage of niggas who make it out the ghetto But niggas tried to pull me back cause misery loves company It's funny how they come for me when they see me living comfortably But when I was broke and sleeping on floors they ain't want nothing from me My future's so bright but my past so ugly And I just try to correct it all but it all still haunts me Tried to section off the past but it still haunts me So I accept what got me here, reflecting in this rocking chair All this space created, all that hard work it got me here So what I look like telling a nigga that I shouldn't be here Power to the people so the people shouldn't live in fear And I'll be that raising voice and tell the people treat us fair Warring in the streets tell them soldiers to meet us there Out in the open all alone, I felt the coldest air Secluded in my thoughts in fear No one to talk to, no one there Not even a voice, not even an ear No one alive, no one to care Now I got a power circle, now I'm on a power trip And they calling me counterfeit cause I ain't gave a coward shit Stone me, throw me a pile of shit but you won't pull me out of it It's funny how it comes full circle Now they wanna be a part of the power circle They wanna be a part of the power circle
[Bridge: Wale] May the wind be at your back May the bad be in your past May the kids take all your good And your wife have class And you realize your goals And what's life without grind Those niggas, yo' niggas? Hope those niggas real as mine
[Verse 4: Wale] There's a difference between underrated and hasn't made it Once you successful they relentlessly giving you hatred There's no applause for ya and success is hard for ya There's enemies, envy, with green my niggas -- lawnmower And I'm on tour, Jordan 4's, Tom Ford And I ain't thugging, they clapping at me, a encore Got a dark heart, bright mind, make women crazy I give her D, I throw up two, I call that shit a safety Shit is crazy when entertainment ain't entertaining