The Game - Power of the Dollar lyrics

[Verse 1: Franc Grams] I'm from the hood where n***as get locked up for tryna profit sh** Skippin' school cause n***as need dollars way more than scholarships Bug alot, moms ain't workin', searchin' for jobs and sh** Crack still high in demand, later for colleges man Duckin', dodgin' the snitches givin' the whole truth Same crew, run with them n***as I knew since '02 Only played the block for a minute, my phone blew Be more excited for them rings from them b**hes that give a pose to Real n***as know That money phone go off and, n***a, everything stops And I tried to rewind steps of this hustler's mindset Attempts to sidestep the regrets of this life, yet It's hard, when seein' more from a night that you would get Bustin' your a** all week for that little a** check Now I execute this rap sh**, fluently how I handle In the streets, either 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, n***as And one time for my n***as locked in the feds behind that paper chase, man Hood HD, Dope Boy, G Boss, it's "Free You" 'til they free you, n***as Power of the dollar [Hook: Jus Cus] It's enough to shape the world that we live in Feel the pain of it, you feel the pain of it Mama used to always tell me that it's changin' me Oh, good Lord, the power of the dollar Can't remain where I came, expect that I ain't the same since it came, I accept that I'll do anything, anything just to get that Oh, good Lord, the power of the dollar [Verse 2: Game] It ain't nothin' but a Bentley to me I done crashed 6 of them mothaf**as since Dr. Dre f**in' sent it to me Compton, n***a, game is elementary Rappers die, rappers hide whenever 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 n***as one time (soowoo!) Remember Boyz N The Hood, Cube sittin' on the porch? n***a always had game, whether the block or the court Fat gold chain, Glock in my shorts R.I.P. to Nate Dogg, he pa**ed me the torch And I remember that time, sippin' on my Hennessy Takin' shots to the dome like we f**in' Kennedys Here's one to your memory Yeah, here's one to your memory R.I.P. to 2Pac, my n***a Eazy-E, n***as from the hood that made money Power of the dollar, let's go [Hook: Jus Cus] It's enough to shape the world that we live in Feel the pain of it, you feel the pain of it Mama used to always tell me that it's changin' me Oh, good Lord, the power of the dollar Can't remain where I came, expect that I ain't the same since it came, I accept that I'll do anything, anything just to get that Oh, good Lord, the power of the dollar [Outro] I can't take it, I can't take it I'm just not the same no more All this money, all this power Just keeps takin' over me Oh, good Lord the power of the dollar Good Lord, the power of the dollar