Текст песни Meek Mill - In God We Trust

Dreams & Nightmares
Жанр: Rap
Исполнитель: Meek Mill
Альбом: Dreams & Nightmares
Длительность: 04:38
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[Intro] 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! [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 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 [Hook] We done went to war with the realest, shot it out with the best Talkin’ high-end guerillas, 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 [Verse 2] Lotta niggas act Tony-like Told them D's 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 [Hook] [Outro] 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 [Hook]
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