Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song In God We Trust, artist - Meek Mill. Date of issue: 25.10.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
In God We Trust |
| See most of y’all sucka ass niggas |
| 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! |
| 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 |
| Niggas ain’t bout it they talkin' but really pick and choose |
| We on our second strike, we ain’t got shit to lose |
| All my niggas is felons, all you niggas 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 niggas 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 |
| 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 niggas cry, I seen young niggas fold |
| I seen young niggas die because a young nigga 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 niggas hungry, for the love of the money |
| I seen real niggas cry, I seen real niggas hit |
| I seen real niggas die, cuz a real nigga snitch |
| In God we trust |
| Lotta niggas 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, niggas is rats, you should say cheese |
| Once a local dude, shit 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, shit is hard now |
| How that make you feel, you should pay them bills |
| MA spittin in them trays when they make yo' meal |
| Niggas shittin' out them packs just to take them pills |
| And his baby mama brought em in, boy this shit is real |
| Niggas turn to Muslim, niggas 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' bullshit, that coka ain’t swimmin' |
| It’s coming up short, no food on the fork |
| Niggas is catchin' cases, niggas 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 |
| Hey look, I’ma tell you like this |
| If you in school nigga, stay in school |
| If you got a job nigga, stay at work |
| If you a family man, stay with your muhfuckin' family nigga |
| Cuz this shit ain’t meant for everybody dawg |
| Everybody talk that shit, until they get caught up in some real shit |
| And then they start talkin' that shit |