Lil Poppa - Power lyrics
Janarious Mykel Wheeler
[Lil Poppa - Power lyrics]
Mm, mm, mm just to get me higher
(Census, what you cookin'?)
Just to get me higher
Ayy, pour a four just to get me higher
(Just to get me higher, mm, mm)
And if you looking for me
I only come out in the wee hours
Know JSO hate they gave me power (Mm, mm)
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
(Mm, mm-mm, mm, mm)
Like, what you heard through thе
Grapevine? Poppa getting cakе now
Okay, 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
It remind me of somethin'
It remind me of summer
Shit remind me of some day
It 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
And he know them demons coming
So he still running
Ain't even look behind, he feel
Them still coming, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, pour a four just to get me higher
(Just to get me higher, mm, mm)
And if you looking for me
I only come out in the wee hours
Know JSO hate they gave me power (Mm, mm)
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
(Mm, mm-mm, mm, mm)
Like, what you heard through the
Grapevine? Poppa getting cake now
I be in and out of state now
(In and out of state)
I guess that's why detectives hate now
Tryna 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'
Yeah, I be feeling out of place like
My iPhone go out of space
Say that boy gone, they gotta trace
Him, he say he strong, he live on faith
Just keep going, you gon' make it
For how long that it take
Ayy, three things I ain't
Taking, a threat, advice, and a favor
Remember bad nights had me not
Being nice to my neighbors
And I don't like I had to leave 'em all
I need to save 'em
Chrome Heart flavors later, boy
I spent some paper on it
Sippin' on that Celtics green, my
Cup look like Jason Tatum, don't it?
Ayy, pour a four just to get me higher
(Just to get me higher, mm, mm)
And if you looking for me
I only come out in the wee hours
Know JSO hate they gave me power (Mm, mm)
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
(Mm, mm-mm, mm, mm)
Like, what you heard through the
Grapevine? Poppa getting cake now
Just to get me higher
Like, what you heard through the
Grapevine? Poppa getting cake now
(Census, what you cookin'?)
Just to get me higher
Ayy, pour a four just to get me higher
(Just to get me higher, mm, mm)
And if you looking for me
I only come out in the wee hours
Know JSO hate they gave me power (Mm, mm)
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
(Mm, mm-mm, mm, mm)
Like, what you heard through thе
Grapevine? Poppa getting cakе now
Okay, 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
It remind me of somethin'
It remind me of summer
Shit remind me of some day
It 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
And he know them demons coming
So he still running
Ain't even look behind, he feel
Them still coming, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, pour a four just to get me higher
(Just to get me higher, mm, mm)
And if you looking for me
I only come out in the wee hours
Know JSO hate they gave me power (Mm, mm)
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
(Mm, mm-mm, mm, mm)
Like, what you heard through the
Grapevine? Poppa getting cake now
I be in and out of state now
(In and out of state)
I guess that's why detectives hate now
Tryna 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'
Yeah, I be feeling out of place like
My iPhone go out of space
Say that boy gone, they gotta trace
Him, he say he strong, he live on faith
Just keep going, you gon' make it
For how long that it take
Ayy, three things I ain't
Taking, a threat, advice, and a favor
Remember bad nights had me not
Being nice to my neighbors
And I don't like I had to leave 'em all
I need to save 'em
Chrome Heart flavors later, boy
I spent some paper on it
Sippin' on that Celtics green, my
Cup look like Jason Tatum, don't it?
Ayy, pour a four just to get me higher
(Just to get me higher, mm, mm)
And if you looking for me
I only come out in the wee hours
Know JSO hate they gave me power (Mm, mm)
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
(Mm, mm-mm, mm, mm)
Like, what you heard through the
Grapevine? Poppa getting cake now
Just to get me higher
Like, what you heard through the
Grapevine? Poppa getting cake now