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Artist/Band: Meek Mill
Lyrics for Song: In God We Trust
Lyrics for Album: Dreams & Nightmares [2012]



[Intro]

See most of y'all sucka ass n*ggas

Wouldn't last a week in my hood if you was broke

And wouldn't last a day if you had money

I've 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

N*ggas 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 n*ggas is felons, all you n*ggas is tellin'

Soldier sold to them people, they gon' get you to sell it

They gon' get you to move it, they gon' get you abusin'

They gon' get you a wire, like n*ggas 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 gorillas, banana clips make a mess

I seen young n*ggas cry, I seen young n*ggas fold

I seen young n*ggas die because a young n*gga 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*ggas hungry, for the love of the money

I seen real n*ggas cry, I seen real n*ggas hit

I seen real n*ggas die, cuz a real n*gga snitch

In God we trust



[Verse 2]

Lotta n*ggas 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, n*ggas 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

N*ggas sh*ttin' out them packs just to take them pills

And his baby mama brought 'em in, boy this sh*t is real

N*ggas turn to Muslim, n*ggas turn to Christian

They gave him life, he tryna appeal it, got him on a mission

His homies ain't learn, they still in the kitchen

They firin' bullsh*t, that coka ain't swimmin'

It's coming up short, no food on the fork

N*ggas is catchin' cases, n*ggas is goin' to court

He done slaved in the field, you the one on the porch

With that gun in your hand, try and run with the man



[Hook]

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*ggas cry, I seen young n*ggas fold

I seen young n*ggas die because a young n*gga 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*ggas hungry, for the love of the money

I seen real n*ggas cry, I seen real n*ggas hit

I seen real n*ggas die, cuz a real n*gga snitch

In God we trust



[Interlude]

Hey look, I'ma tell you like this

If you in school n*gga, stay in school

If you got a job n*gga, stay at work

If you a family man, stay with your muhf*ckin' family n*gga

Cuz this sh*t ain't meant for everybody dawg

Everybody talk that sh*t, until they get caught up in some real sh*t

And then they start talkin' that sh*t



[Hook]

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*ggas cry, I seen young n*ggas fold

I seen young n*ggas die because a young n*gga 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*ggas hungry, for the love of the money

I seen real n*ggas cry, I seen real n*ggas hit

I seen real n*ggas die, cuz a real n*gga snitch

In God we trust


Album Lyrics: Dreams & Nightmares [2012]


Meek Mill
"Dreams & Nightmares [2012]"


1. Amen
2. Believe It
3. Burn
4. Deams And Nightmares
5. In God We Trust
6. Lay Up
7. Maybach Curtains
8. Polo & Shell Tops
9. Real Niggas Come First
10. Rich & Famous
11. Tony Story Pt. 2
12. Traumatized
13. Who Your Around
14. Young & Gettin' It
15. Young Kings
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