Franc Grams – Power To The Dollar lyrics

[Verse:]
I'm from the hood where niggas get locked up for tryna profit shit
Skipping school cuz niggas need dollas way mo' than scholarships
Bug alot, moms ain't working, searching for jobs & shit
Crack still high in demand, lata for colleges man
Ducking, dodging the snitches giving the whole truth
Same crew, run with them niggas I knew since '02
Only played the block for a minute, my phone blew
Be mo' excited for them rings from them bitches that give a pose to
Real niggas know, that $ phone go off &, n***a, errything stops
& I tried to rewind steps of this hustlaz mindset
Attempts to sidestep the regrets of this life, yet
It's hard, when seeing mo' from a night that ya would get
Busting yo ass all week for that lil ass check
Now I execute this rap shit, fluently how I handle
In the streets, eitha crack or these beats, it's still Grams, soon
I'm the best new artist, no competition at all
Ain't seen the first this year since the drop of the ball, niggas
& one time for my niggas locked in the feds behind that papa chase, man
Hood hd, Dope Boy, G Boss, it's Free You till they free ya, niggas
Powa of the dolla

[Hook:]
It's enough to shape the world that we live in
Feel the pain of it, ya feel the pain of it
Mama used to always tell me that it's changing me
Oh, good Lord, the powa of the dolla
Can't remain where I came, expect that
I ain't the same since it came, I accept that
I'll do anythin', anything just to get that
Oh, good Lord, the powa of the dolla

[Verse 2: The Game)
It ain't nothing but a Bentley to me
I done crashed 6 of them muthafuckas since Dr. Dre fucking sent it to me
Compton, n***a, game is elementary
Rappas die, rappas hide wheneva they mention me
My bars poetic, any n***a can get it
Hardest mc on the West since Pac, Busta Rhymes said it
Gave that n***a a hundred bars my first night at the 'Math
Since then I had a hundred cars, spent a million in gas, what's up?
Aye Dre, go get the Porsche washed man
Here Chris, y'all turn up on these niggas one time (soowoo!)
Rememba Boyz N The Hood, Cube sitting on the porch?
N***a always had game, whetha the block or the court
Fat gold chain, Glock in my shorts
Rip to Nate Dogg, he passed me the torch
& I rememba that time, sipping on my Hennessy
Taking shots to the dome like we fucking Kennedys
Here's 1 to yo memory
Yeah, here's one to yo memory
Rip to 2Pac, my n***a Eazy-E, niggas from the hood that made $
Power of the dolla, let's go

[Hook:]
It's enough to shape the world that we live in
Feel the pain of it, ya feel the pain of it
Mama used to always tell me that it's changing me
Oh, good Lord, the powa of the dolla
Can't remain where I came, expect that
I ain't the same since it came, I accept that
I'll do anythin', anything just to get that
Oh, good Lord, the powa of the dolla

[Outro:]
I can't take it, I can't take it
I'm just not the same no mo'
All this $, all this poa
Just keeps taking ova me
Oh, good Lord the powa of the dolla
Good Lord, the powa of the dolla