Yeah
The key to life, money, power, respect
Louie this, Gucci that, two private jets
Big money, big business, watch that paper stack
Treat life like a game, it aint pool but Im racked up
Big bucks, no whammies
I swear I prolly lump somebody head for a Grammy
My heart black as the Lambo Kim bought for Kanye
And I aint frontin, Im just telling ya’ll what God say
Blood thirsty
Seek my own will since the day that Adam cursed me
The lust for power go to ya’ brain if you let it
You say, “What up, dog?”, I hear “God”, Im so dyslexic
Sit on the throne, its really a toilet, heart is septic
I have no power, I get handed death, I must accept it
Its hard to see the light when you never listen
Our whole life’s blacked out, the powers trippin
Who’s got the power?
Who’s got the power?
(It was all a dream
I used to read Word Up! magazine
Salt-n-Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine)
They tellin’ me it ain’t hard to tell, I rock well
And now with every sale Im feelin’ my head swell
Well, Im a genius in my dreams
Even if I was, it was stitched inside my genes
I’m self-inflated, self-infatuated
And somehow I convinced myself I finally made it
The truth is I was made like the mob
Geppetto put me together; my strings lead to God
Pride come befo’ the fall, I seen it in the script
So if you see me fallin’, prolly a power trip
Welcome to the culture where humility is not allowed
They do it big, if you don’t see that, you Shallow Hal
Tryna show em how love and power, it goes together
If they call us losers, that just means we last forever
I been connected to the power, I don’t have to chase it
I roll with a Trinity, this is sorta the Matrix
A hard pill to swallow, we’re evil to the core
Wicked power exploits the poor and it brings war
Power can be a field of dreams loaded with land mines
We know the ruler so you can’t say these are bad lines
, but don’t forget that we’re forgiven
I know the Lord gon’ catch me when I’m power trippin’
Who made the crowd put they hands in the sky? 
Who made the sky with they hands?
What if yall cant see this is kinda strange
God makes the weather change
And we braggin’ up on our change like, Look how we make it rain!
We Invictus, this sin sickness is in us
Running amok and causin that mischief, tell me this then, who could really fix us?
Im trippin’ to think that Im really not limited in this position Im sittin in
Gravity pulling me back to earth, gradually realitys hittin’
Ive got the power trip