Meek Mill - In God We Trust lyrics

See most of y'all s$$$$ a$$ n$$$$$ wouldn't last a week in my hood if you was broke And wouldn't last a day if you had money I seen grown men cry, grown men die, for the love of that money In God we trust! My trigger finger itchin', Palms itchin' too We back-to-back in ghosts, playin' peek-a-boo We went to war with Sosa over a brick or two So for a hundred ki's, think what my clique could do I'm talkin' clappin' toasts, bullets'll hit your roof They hit his body he went in shock, no Pikachu N$$$$$ ain't bout it they talkin' but really pick and choose We on our second strike, we ain't got s$$$ to lose All my n$$$$$ is felons, all you n***as is tellin' Sold your soul to them people, they gon' get you to sell it They gon' get you to move it, they gon' get you a buick They gon' get you a wire, like n$$$$$ gon' use it You gon' tell on your brothas, what a lame homie I got a bullet with your name on it, and a full clip I autographed Kids cryin' at the viewing, I guess it was upset We done went to war with the realest, shot it out with the best Talkin' high-end gorillas, banana clips make a mess I seen young n$$$$$ cry, I seen young n***as fold I seen young n$$$$$ die because a young n***a told For the love of the money, for the love of the money For the love of the money, love of the money Man, them young n$$$$$ hungry, for the love of the money I seen real n$$$$$ cry, I seen real n$$$$$ hit I seen real n$$$$$ die, cuz a real n$$$$ snitch In God we trust Lotta n$$$$$ act Tony-like Told them deez everything you heard but that's your homie right But he got k**ers lurkin' outside at your home tonight They gon' hit the crib and k** the kids, oh that's Kony right Oh that's Kony-like, everybody bleed Cuz he come out in 2060, Christmas Eve First time he went to prison he ain't get to leave Feds takin' pictures, n$$$$$ is rats, you should say cheese Once a local dude, s$$$ 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, s$$$is hard now How that make you feel, you should pay them bills MA spittin in them trays when they make yo' meal N$$$$$ s$$$$$$' out them packs just to take them pills And his baby mama brought em in, boy this s$$$ is real N$$$$$ turn to m**m, n$$$$$ turn to Christian They gave him life, he try'n appeal it, got him on a mission His homies ain't learn, they still in the kitchen They firin' bullsh**, that coka ain't swimmin' It's coming up short, no food on the fork N$$$$$ is catchin' cases, n$$$$$ is goin' to court He done slaved in the field, you the one on the porch With the gun in your hand, try and run with the man We done went to war with the realest, shot it out with the best Talkin' high-end gorillas, banana clips make a mess I seen young n$$$$$ cry, I seen young n$$$$$ fold I seen young n$$$$$ die because a young n$$$$ told For the love of the money, for the love of the money For the love of the money, love of the money Man, them young n$$$$$ hungry, for the love of the money I seen real n$$$$$ cry, I seen real n$$$$$ hit I seen real n$$$$$ die, cuz a real n$$$$$ snitch In God we trust Hey look, I'ma tell you like this If you in school n$$$$$, stay in school If you got a job n$$$$$, stay at work If you a family man, stay with your m$$f$$$$$' family n$$$$ Cuz this s$$$ ain't meant for everybody dawg Everybody talk that s$$$, until they get caught up in some real s$$$ And then they start talkin' that s$$$ We done went to war with the realest, shot it out with the best Talkin' high-end gorillas, banana clips make a mess I seen young n$$$$$ cry, I seen young n$$$$$ fold I seen young n$$$$$ die because a young n$$$$$ told For the love of the money, for the love of the money For the love of the money, love of the money Man, them young n$$$$$ hungry, for the love of the money I seen real n$$$$$ cry, I seen real n$$$$$ hit I seen real n$$$$$ die, cuz a real n$$$$ snitch In God we trust