InGodWeTrust

In God We Trust (Explicit) - Meek Mill

See most of y'all sucka a** 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 sh*t 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 ni**a 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 ni**a 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 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

Niggas shittin' out them packs just to take them pills

And his baby mama brought em in boy this sh*t is real

Niggas turn to M****m 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' b******t 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

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 ni**a told

For the love of the money for the love of the money