Meek Mill - In God We Trust lyrics

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 sorta sad

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

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
Inmates 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

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

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

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