Position of Power

Yeah

See, these **** think it's about money, nah, ****

It's about real ****, power and connections

I'll give you **** a hundred thousand right now if you don't got your hustle straight

Six months from now, you ain't gon' have shit, ****

Yeah, run it up, the money make you savage (Let's go)

Everything I did, I did with passion

They could tell we thuggin' by the fashion

Never mix the business with the pleasure

That's what you **** really need to practice

I can't put a woman over ballin'

Look at what the pussy did to Magic

I called my dad from jail, he started laughing

I could put that shit up on a Bible

Rip it out the plastic on arrival

Dragging round the fire like I'm Spiral

Army cargo Sour look like Guile

Pounds lay across the floor like tiles

We gon' blow the bag or blow trial, for real though

**** dying for nothing, I'm leaving with something

I jump out the window for family, I'm buggin'

Got four pockets full for my baby, I'm hustlin'

I put that shit on just to lay in the crib

I got that shit on when I leave, I'm a stepper

I like a slutty bitch who like to dress up

She do her make up, my strap on the dresser

Uh, I lost some friends and ain't even know it

Then I bought a Benz and ain't even show it

I had the patch with the numbers the lowest

Dressed like a dope boy, rap like a poet

Go through my hood with this cape like I'm Superman

She right beside me, she think that she Lois

Fifty my mark, million, my ****

And just to get close to it, I got to focus

**** don't know about sitting in prison

And kickin' it, envisioning days you was getting it

Signed a deal one day and be killin' shit

That was a dream for me, now I'm living it

If I don't know shit, I know how to survive

If I put in two, I know how to get five

Being a hustler don't include pride

These **** just want their egos massaged

These **** just want to be like the gang

**** ain't put in no P like the gang

Rumors back home that we took some jewels

Some shit that don't even cost to be on my chain (Fuck outta here)

All my big homies sold weed and cocaine

Harriet Tubman gave freedom to slaves

Now up it's me, Benny The Butcher

The reason rappers cant eat in this lane, uh

Once upon a handshake

It was camera was flicking while the vans wait

Damn, these pictures got us in a crammed space

Planning with you while waiting for the task raid

Masquerades we don't know who's who

Classmates will have you in a lose-lose

Grew to be rats like their fathers

I'm bothered, dishonor's designing this trauma inside us

Heroin blocks that were thriving are desolate

We still put effort in

Dressing it like we're unaware that jail is definite

And each fiends breath has death in it

Fuck it, serves who's left, string 'em all in

They were looking bummy, we was balling

Feds took the money, at least you saw it

Murdered with the crown, at least you wore it

Had some fly bitches last December

Took some fly pictures, they'll remember

I was in the mix with him in Denver

Depict descriptive scriptures front and center

Only I could tell it, I survived it

Parked 850s in the projects

Dice game 50 on the sidewalk

I'm RAIN, miss me me with your fly talk

The projects got a **** quarter packin'

Every plug I met, I made 'em happy

Shawty said you hustle more than rappin'

Every time I hit, record the action

NYCHA **** in and out of mansions

I still brought my skizzy to the Hamptons

Everything I say is worth a caption

Only lemon faces when I stamped it (Let's go)