All This Power

The world is at your finger tips I'm never gonna back down Someone tries to fuck with me that's when I put the SmackDown I'm a wolf, a loner, but I still got homies in my pack now I'll hit you so hard like Manny Pacquiao with the hands drawn Pulled up in a polestar with my homie just to smoke Al Capones Then we went to eat lunch we skipped on the mascarpone I never had a 4 but I can show y'all how to draw The gat by my side with my motherfucking Marlboro Bitches wanna fight, oil em up, set em right in the spotlight That's what money does to everybody whether black or white Buying so much power and driving in a Cadillac Flipping you off while I'm riding shotgun come at me I'll attack If Tony Montana was still alive, he'll draw hands and split Got a blackjack twice in a row but somehow I still busted shit Got the pope crowning me with some golden wireless beats that shine I'm tirelessly writing with papyrus to deliver rhymes