text: Yeah
  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 aint pool but Im 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 aint frontin, Im just telling ya’ll 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”, Im so dyslexic
  Sit on the throne, its really a toilet, heart is septic
  I have no power, I get handed death, I must accept it
  Its hard to see the light when you never listen
  Our whole life’s blacked out, the powers trippin
  Who’s got the power?
  Who’s got the power?
  (It was all a dream
  I used to read Word Up! magazine
  Salt-n-Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine)
  They tellin’ me it ain’t hard to tell, I rock well
  And now with every sale Im feelin’ my head swell
  Well, Im 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
  Welcome to the culture where humility is not allowed
  They do it big, if you don’t see that, you Shallow Hal
  Tryna show em 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 a 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
  , 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? 
  Who made the sky with they hands?
  What if yall cant 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 amok and causin that mischief, tell me this then, who could really fix us?
  Im trippin’ to think that Im really not limited in this position Im sittin in
  Gravity pulling me back to earth, gradually realitys hittin’
  Ive got the power trip