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One more time
Shit
Um it's 3:30, ironically
Look, I could rap, sing, fuck you if you think I'm copying
5-figure nigga, so the money slide doubling
I take a rapper's place then I take a singer's too
Grab a piece of their dough I guess I'm really topping them
I jump on them then they start throwing hissy fits
For like six months straight I was a missing kid
Blocked out the whole world trying to fix my own
A-Team was locked in the dorm like the Truman Show
Then my world fell apart
Got bagged and that broke my mum's heart
She was crying while they raided up my room
And now she crying 'cause her son up in the charts
This one for you, Mark, Matthew and Ester
Mum, you're really the best 'cuh
I'm the oldest I've put you through some dumb shit
But I'm a soon have you smiling in the best car
They can't ever take this from me
When I put all my heart to this
When I put my family through shit
You know, should know
They can't ever take this from me
Boy you must be stupid
When I put my people through shit
You know, should know
I be grinding all night long for long
And they just want to take it from me
You can't come and take this off me
You know, or should know
I've been grinding hard from dusk till dawn
But these people wanna take it from me
These people wanna take my glory
You know, or should know
You better come take notes from me
I've been climbing for a minute
Come and take notes from me
But they didn't notice
They can't ever take notes from me
Even if they take notice
Would you ever make notes for me?
They can never take this from me
Take notes from me
I've been climbing for a minute
Come and take notes from me
But they didn't notice
They can't ever take notes from me
Even if they take notice
Would they ever make notes for me?
They can never take this from me
OK, oh
Notes with a 3, they already know
So sick like a runny nose
And there's loads round me but we made toast
Notes off this money though
Don't start me up like the Rolling Stones
Dont' phone my phone, you feel me bro
Stop phoning me, you phoney, bro
I've got the power, power, power
Turn up your speaker make it go louder, louder, louder
Straight crank it up
I've got the power, power, power
Turn up your speaker make it go louder, louder, louder
Straight crank it up
I used to be 'round squares like Femi
I was blacklisted like Skeppy
I'm the best and the biggest
No she can never have on me
What makes you think that I'm trying to go change that penny, glass stone
Storm straight wellies in the Addison Lee
Too many Maddisons, I should have got an Addison Lee
Back
And the way to have powers to take it, I'm trying to be the
King of this ting you best believe that
Winning, I stay winning
Man we did this ting on our own and I'm straight no bringing
There's no bringing
We stay winning, I stay winning, yeah we did this ting on our own
And I'm straight no brining, no bringing
I've got the power, power, power
Turn up your speaker, make it go louder, louder, louder
Straight crank it up
I've got the power, power, power
Turn up your speaker, make it go louder, louder, louder
Straight crank it up
I've got the power, power, power
Turn up your speaker, make it go louder, louder, louder
Straight crank it up
I've got the power, power, power
Turn up your speaker make it go louder, louder, louder
Straight crank it up
WRITERS
Charles Mensah-Bonsu, David Ohene-Akrasi, Issac Adoasi, Lukman Odunaike, Nana Ntorinkansah, Raheem Aderemi Balogun, Stephen Asamoah
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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