Power Freaks Jean Dawson

[Chorus]
How many times do I have to say we're not enemies?
Round and around and around we go till I
How many times do I have to say we're not enemies?
Round and around and around we go till I

[Post-Chorus]
Explo-ah-ah-eh-eh-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Explo-ah-ah-eh-eh-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

[Verse 1]
I know all the things that are bad for me
I don't really care what they say, ay
I've been this way since seventeen
Eighteen, nineteen, till I'm in the grave
I know they don't want smoke with me
Play dead, pussy boy, get ate
I'm not from here, I'm from the streets
Stay on the curb if you ain't
Raised from the dirt, blood on the fur
Paid on the first, broke on the third
I'm really with it
Fist full of blood, face full of bruised cheeks
Full of chucks, stomp on nigga shit all in the scrimmage
Never run from no one but the cops
Till a nigga get popped, I'ont stop, fade a pink belly piggy
Sitting on the corner of the block with a hoodie up
Broad day, blast Zimmerman wit' a semi