In God We Trust - Meek Mill
[Intro:]
See most of y'all s_cka ass n_ggas
wouldn't last a week in my hood if you was broke
And wouldn't last a day if you had money
I seen grown men cry, grown men die, for the love of that money
In God we trust!
[Verse 1:]
My trigger finger itchin', Palms itchin' too
We back-to-back in ghosts, playin' peek-a-boo
We went to war with Sosa over a brick or two
So for a hundred ki's, think what my clique could do
I'm talkin' clappin' toasts, bullets'll hit your roof
They hit his body he went in shock, no Pikachu
N_ggas ain't bout it they talkin' but really pick and choose
We on our second strike, we ain't got sh_t to lose
All my n_ggas is felons, all you n_ggas is tellin'
Sold your soul to them people, they gon' get you to sell it
They gon' get you to move it, they gon' get you a buick
They gon' get you a wire, like n_ggas gon' use it
You gon' tell on your brothas, what a lame homie
I got a bullet with your name on it, and a full clip I autographed
Kids cryin' at the viewing, I guess it was upset
[Hook:]
We done went to war with the realest, shot it out with the best
Talkin' high-end gorillas, banana clips make a mess
I seen young n_ggas cry, I seen young n_ggas fold
I seen young n_ggas die because a young n_gga told
For the love of the money, for the love of the money
For the love of the money, love of the money
Man, them young n_ggas hungry, for the love of the money
I seen real n_ggas cry, I seen real n_ggas hit
I seen real n_ggas die, cuz a real n_gga snitch
In God we trust
[Verse 2:]
Lotta n_ggas act Tony-like
Told them deez everything you heard but that's your homie right
But he got killers lurkin' outside at your home tonight
They gon' hit the crib and kill the kids, oh that's Kony right
Oh that's Kony-like, everybody bleed
Cuz he come out in 2060, Christmas Eve
First time he went to prison he ain't get to leave
Feds takin' pictures, n_ggas is rats, you should say cheese
Once a local dude, sh_t the fire now
Never ever spit a rap but he got bars now
I'm talkin fed time, yard up, yard down
Baby mama can't pay the bills, sh_t is hard now
How that make you feel, you should pay them bills
MA spittin in them trays when they make yo' meal
N_ggas sh_ttin' out them packs just to take them pills
And his baby mama brought em in, boy this sh_t is real
N_ggas turn to Muslim, n_ggas turn to Christian
They gave him life, he try'n appeal it, got him on a mission
His homies ain't learn, they still in the kitchen
They firin' bullsh_t, that coka ain't swimmin'
It's coming up short, no food on the fork
N_ggas is catchin' cases, n_ggas is goin' to court
He done slaved in the field, you the one on the porch
With the gun in your hand, try and run with the man
[Hook]
[Outro:]
Hey look, I'ma tell you like this
If you in school n_gga, stay in school
If you got a job n_gga, stay at work
If you a family man, stay with your muhf_ckin' family n_gga
Cuz this sh_t ain't meant for everybody dawg
Everybody talk that sh_t, until they get caught up in some real sh_t
And then they start talkin' that sh_t
[Hook]
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