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youngstacpt - powerful lyrics

power
power
power

[verse 1]
n-gg- don’t give krag weg
give much less, when they p-ss you off like it’s a drug test
get on your knees success
no wonder you smile with a pap bek
we loud and verbal it’s the power circle
life is a tief and she’s finally fertile
so i’m milking her, no sprite or purple
that’s advertising, i don’t like commercials that’s the life i’m living
highly driven, fighting the odds like a chinese film
bar for bar i’m doing life in prison
you can feel my presence don’t tie the ribbons
god has granted me a high position
one of the few who make the laaities listen
bear knuckles i’ma fight the system
against the odds and the tyrant villains
it’s the money and the power
the respect can be sweet and be sour
i come from the street where they vreet and devour
where the ouens smoke tik and the powder
and my kin is a queen so i crown her
she wanna [?] like a [?]
but some br-sse spread evil around her
i’ma bring out the jesus around them
i found em and i’ma…

[chorus]
pull up on em
with the power that’s full up on em
i don’t think you want me to look for em
i’ma bring out the whole hood for him
i’ma pull up on em
with the power that’s full up on em
i don’t think you want me to look for em
i’ma bring out the whole hood for him
and i feel like, they’ve been trynna knock me off my grind
acting like they don’t see how we shine
overlook me then you must be blind
but i’ma keep the power coz it’s mine
n-gg- don’t give krag weg
don’t give krag weg
n-gg- don’t give krag weg
don’t give krag weg
n-gg- don’t give krag weg

[verse 2]
what’s next coz we going down like the sunset
most of you should get undressed
because all my clothing is can’t get
you can ask the lady at the front desk
i hustle double like a bunk bed
k!lling rappers with one breathe
that’s why they get so upset
powerful like biceps, counting kroon on the front steps
who’s the best? take one guess
and if it’s not me then i become deaf
ride or die do you want death
i promise you will get enough press
almost there just one step
coz i’ve done it all it ain’t much left
some of you ain’t been touched yet
kaapstad naaier i’m a roughneck
brain food like a buffet
cook crack i’m a rap chef
i got 30 tapes now they want less
coz they take my kindness for dumbness
if the industry was a soccer pitch
i’d be playing fair with a kak ref
i’m in high regard and i’m in high demand
i’m the green book you the id card
and i’m deep rooted just like the gr-ss
representing for the undercl-ss
lightning timing and thunder bars
make a noise i disrupt alarms
this one bra said he don’t like my song
so i put all the g’s inside the cars and i’ma

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