[Intro: Rick Ross] If Michael Jackson came alive right now He'd ask you to smoke one for him So in his honor [Verse 1: Rick Ross] You n***as Spud Webb, coming up short Think you're Dee Brown, jump if you want I put it on my momma and her very last nerve Ricky Madoff everything I deserve The square root of a kilo is me n***a The square root of a kilo is me n***a Do the math, I'm a motherf**ing G n***a [Verse 2: Gunplay] It's all on me now, as you can see now I'm gon' get this money and I will not be denied Been sh**tin' on you f**s a long time, time to pee now When you finish first they hate you worse, startin to see now I'm at the round table, where your seat at? Where your plate, where your lobster, where your sea ba**? We ain't never left, acting like we back You should see us now taking pictures acting like we rap This the circle that'll murk you, blackout, short circuit Somebody show them square a** n***as the first exit This here reserved for soldiers most definitely So watch what you say and where you step more carefully If I fall in the field and ain't no more air for me Pour some on the ground and put one in the air for me Tell my enemies f** 'em, they know already but f** 'em Tell 'em again with a middle finger and a chuckle You don't know nann n***a, nope, uh uh This famous that'll still throw copper Cross so heavy crack the tabernacle Fire the ganja back up Throw some blow in my tobacco Then crank the Lac up One match left, this the last turn Santeria candles in my sanctuary burn I'mma earn 'til the last court adjourn 'Til the last gavel drop we gon' have it locked We gon' have it locked We gon' have it locked [Verse 3: Stalley] I'm part of the small percentage of n***as who make it out the ghetto But n***as tried to pull me back cause misery loves company It's funny how they come for me when they see me living comfortably But when I was broke and sleeping on floors they ain't want nothing from me My future's so bright but my past so ugly And I just try to correct it all but it all still haunts me Tried to section off the past but it still haunts me So I accept what got me here, reflecting in this rocking chair All this space created, all that hard work it got me here So what I look like telling a n***a that I shouldn't be here Power to the people so the people shouldn't live in fear And I'll be that raising voice and tell the people treat us fair Warring in the streets tell them soldiers to meet us there Out in the open all alone, I felt the coldest air Secluded in my thoughts in fear No one to talk to, no one there Not even a voice, not even an ear No one alive, no one to care Now I got a power circle, now I'm on a power trip And they calling me counterfeit cause I ain't gave a coward sh** Stone me, throw me a pile of sh** but you won't pull me out of it It's funny how it comes full circle Now they wanna be a part of the power circle They wanna be a part of the power circle [Bridge: Wale] x2 May the wind be at your back May the bad be in your past May the kids take all your good And your wife have cla** And you realize your goals And what's life without grind Those n***as, yo' n***as? Hope those n***as real as mine [Verse 4: Wale] There's a difference between underrated and hasn't made it Once you successful they relentlessly giving you hatred There's no applause for ya and success is hard for ya There's enemies, envy, with green my n***as -- lawnmower And I'm on tour, Jordan 4's, Tom Ford And I ain't thugging, they clapping at me, a encore Got a dark heart, bright mind, make women crazy I give her D, I throw up two, I call that sh** a safety sh** is crazy when entertainment ain't entertaining And my inner sanctum need real estate I'm out my cabeza Jealousy's for the weak, you ain't happy I made it I be feeling like brother Malcolm just out of the Nation Allah got us cause if we hollered a lost numbers I seen hustlers turn cluckers out n***as grandmothers So shut the f** up and listen, f** all them stuck up musicians My circle small but regardless, my circumference official My clothes different like quarterbacks at a closed scrimmage They gon' blitz us but ain't no way that they gon' hit us I'm so elusive, so my n***as be goin' through it Guess it's a wrap when your co-defendant make soul music Cash rule the world -- at least it do with girls At least it do with churches, seek the truth and true it hurts If they real, then they real -- my n***as deserve it And we don't deal with weak squares in this power circle We don't deal with weak squares in this power circle [Verse 5: Meek Mill] I'm like welcome to the power circle I came a long way, I started with a powdered circle Clique full of real n***as that'll probably murk you Cause they about that murder game you do a lot of verbal Lotta talking, lotta Tweeting, 'til you hear that chopper speaking k** my dog, I k** your dog, we tied even, I'd believe it If you see it then you got it, n***a never give up Cause if you grindin' you gon' be rich before you can look up My cousin Knock told me never teach n***as to cook up Cause you can sell 'em hard for the low and give 'em the hookup And still make the profit The streets say I'm the hottest and a n***a still modest I'm just being honest Back to the wall, never let 'em get behind us Mac in my draws fitting right in my designers Look at my persona, I dreamed it, woke up and conquered And there was commas after commas, I eat 'em like Benihanas Put the shrimp over the pasta, the pasta over the lobster And the lobster over the table, power circle a mafia Just talkin' money, talkin' money what you talkin' bout? Probably talkin' bout us, we the only thing to talk about Cause we the only thing to talk about Cause we the only thing to talk about [Verse 6: Kendrick Lamar] Look inside the eyes of the last Mohicans survived You won't last a weekend outside Seen a pastor tweaking, then sunk his teeth in a rock his demise Later on that evening you heard the grieving of angels that cried See a demon don't compromise And so I walk alone with a cross and a diamond stone I'm a diamond inside the rough that's too mighty for maricons I might as well put all my k**ers in YSL Put my voice on this microphone, put you p**y n***as through hell Hell's fire, I never lie, you will never grind I know the priors they running by us when we do crime I know that section eight wanna discontinue my Moms When they heard that Ohio State gave me 30 racks in July Oh Lord, this can't be life, no it can't be life When they day breaks and you earned them stripes And you learned that strike From upstate will adjourn that life and confirm that life It's good bait for the warden that might get awarded and write Now your fate can record it denied a reporter replied The d**h rate will eventually climb, so eventually I'm On a track race for the dough before time get a clock that resigns So about face if it ain't business, I get offended, I mind Now one fake, I'm a realist in strive, I'm a billion in five Well a billion cause the limit is the sky and I live on cloud nine And I recognize my nemesis gon' try to put a finish in my shine But p**y, we'll hurt you Life in the power circle [Outro: Rick Ross] Regardless of how it goes down Life goes on, am I right? Tried to warn you n***as I tried to warn you n***as It's too late now Double M-G Too much cake Too much power Too much respect Bow down, n***a Ugh!