CMF Daniel - Power & Sacrifice Lyrics

Certain shit have me bothered
What you know bout cutting the T.V. on and see yo whole face on crime stoppers
I know killers, I know robbers, I know a fiend who turned his life around, went back to school
And then became a doctor
And I can tell you about them 2am collect calls, I accept the charges, let me show you
My respect dawg
I'ma slide down they block and make a different type of mess y'all
Talking spicy in the booth, I walk in with the hot sauce
Off another pint of Wockhardt
Bitches want me like a Pop-Tart
I might procrastinate, but bitch I finish shit that I start
Ain't doin' extra shit, bitch I came here to do that one part
I be dirty money, wear a Bentley, whippin' like a go-kart
Slap a hundred on the AR, bring the drums out
A hundred thousand on the game I brong
The fines out
Hot boxin' in the whip, cough the lung out
Nothin but bitches in the crib, this the fun house
She pop the honey pack, I pop the perc, I bring the drugs out
I been that nigga since a rookie, brong the 40 in the club
I know a nigga ain't gon' push me I'm to busy chasing paper I can't beef about no pussy
Can't get no power without sacrifice
I'm leaving out but I'll be back tonight
I'm in the club, I'm throwin' munyun, came here to have some funyun
A pocket full of green face, twenties and some hunduns
Where the lean at cause I want some off addy's do you want one
We gotta open carry law, bitch it's a right for me to tote guns
Beat it slow in missionary like to watch her legs shake
Like how she jump up off this motherfuka like she need a break
I got her calling off of work cause ima beat it all day
The type of shit I'm tryna eat bae you don't even need a plate
I been staying out the way I been focused on the pape
Man I pity all these niggas all these niggas do is hate
I been down but when you ask me how I feel I say great
I lost a couple friends when I cut the grass to see the snakes
Keep them bad vibes away from me bitch I ain't playing
Like a real game of poker I could never show my hand
You can tell I'm off a busser when I do my little dance
Can't be dancing to hard I got this 40 in my pants
I just broke another rubber band
They be calling me the oven man
I'm spinning blocks just like a ceiling fan
They talk down I don't give a damn
Just served em 80 milligrams
With that switch im going ham
I got killer on my left but on my right they doing scams
I jumped inside a different bag I'm up the paper you wish you had
I tried to ghost ride the whip and pour the drank and damn near crashed
You might have saw me put the money there but then I switched the stash
I remember 2020 I was knocking on the glass
But now I'm sipping out the plastic
Man they shit feel so tragic
Bitch I want Barosaurus money you know Jurassic
Bitch I want like 20 cases of wock you know a casket
If I want it I grab it the pedal I stab it
Illegal driving doing 105 while I'm in traffic
I thought I seen them red light in my review and damn near panicked
Park the cat in the garage cause I ain't out here taking chances
I had a dream I had 300 cars and 60 mansions
CMF on my necklace
Show em who the best is
Brody got the TEC he tryna show em who the ref is
Pints of wocky in the fridge
My kitchen not for kids
I can take you to the Jury inn can't tell you where I live
I got a Glock for all that tough shit
Bitch who you getting ruff with
I said the choppa stay on dumb shit
F*ck you and who you run with
New FN this that one gift
Sip lean I don't get drunk bitch
I'm active in the party you can tell I'm off that one shit