Power Trip - Domo Genesis, Cozz

Catch me wilin' wit my woadies, carryin' fillet, fully loaded

I push that power trip up to the limit, still I’m focused

Villain with the motive if you feel heroic

See, I ain’t gotta be convinced and I was in before I wrote it, bitch

Winning board, back to the business, boy, what you winnin' for?

Don’t feel the aura, pure to your gimmicks, boy, with the image for

Forgive me, lord, living my life, that means I’m sinning more

A scary nigga, doubting my mind, I never been before

I’m tour swag, had the vision packed from the jump

I left them actors dust, only way I look back and discuss

Fuck the bashful act, going back to black and turning madness up

I’ve had it up to h-, I’m back to crash and through your traffic rush

Screaming «move, bitch, get out the way!»

I’m 'bout to cause a scene when I bring the truth out to play

Getting highly medicated out the way

Bitch, we win the game tryna draw you out to play, big me

Never liar, human-made attire

In that visage, you won’t got a best use by a day decided

Never liar, human-made attire

In that visage, you won’t got a best use by a day decided

Ripping pieces off the leaf, I’m 'bout to smoke, nigga

Ain’t shit funny, but a joke, nigga

I’ll be damned if I’ma die and be a broke nigga

Chasing hundred dolla bills until I croak, nigga

Dawg, you see no frogs, just the men that be in charge

We at large, fleeing from the cars that belong to the badged and armed

Killed a couple artists and put 'em all in a morgue

Killed a lot of sergeants and now they call him the God of War

If it ain’t Cozz, ignore it, what the fuck you nodding for?

All that shit is bullshit, this shit like a matador

All my shit be knocking so often you got a harder door

The type of shit you try to put cough drops in a coffin for, 'cause you know

I’m sick and it kills you

You thought a sword would stop the lord from giving me all my blessings and my

rewards

This why I’m often bored, y’all getting so predictable

I’m ha-ha-ing more, I know I’m bragging but to mop the floor with ya is not a

chore, nigga

Lyrical toys with us, but not mature children

Childish with the weapon, I’m excited when it’s yelling

My saga brings diamonds and real G’s to the environment

Ripping pieces off the leaf, I’m 'bout to smoke, nigga

Ain’t shit funny, but a joke, nigga

Chasing hundred dolla bills until I croak, nigga