Verse 1 (Pro): 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 whammys I swear I prolly lump somebody head for a Grammy My heart black as the Lambo Kim bought for Kanye And I ain't fronting, 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 tripping
Hook (Lecrae): 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, whold world in ya' palm? Tell me, Who's got the power? It'll make you a leader or a tyrant, you do the decidin'
Verse 2 (Lecrae): 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 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 So if you see me fallin', prolly a power trip
Verse 3 (Sho Baraka): 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'
Verse 4 (Andy Mineo): 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 causing 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 in sitting in, Gravity pulling me back to earth gradually, reality's hittin'