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, bombs 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’ll do
I’m talkin clappin toasts
Bullets’ll hit your roof
They hit his body, he went and shot, no Pikachu
Niggas ain’t bout it, they talkin but really Pikachus
We on that second strike
We ain’t got shit to lose
All my niggas is felons, all yous niggas is tellin
Soldiers sold to them people
They gon get through to sellin
They gon get to the movie
They gon get you a Buick
They gon get you a wire
Like nigga go use it
You won’t tell on your brothers
Put a lame on me
Hah, I got a bullet with your name on it
Hah, and the full clip I ought to grab
Kids crying at the view and I guess it will start a riot

We been in the war with them winners
Shout it out with the best
Talkin hiring gorillas, banana clip make a mess
I’ve seen young niggas fly
I’ve seen young niggas fall
I’ve 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 but the lame niggas on me
For the love of the money I’ve seen real niggas cry
I’ve seen real niggas hit
I’ve seen real niggas die cuz a real nigga snitch
In God we trust! (in God we trust)

Lying act Tony like
Told them D’s everything you heard, that’s your homie right
But he got killers looking outside at your home tonight
They gon hit the crib and kill the kids, oh that’s cony right
That’s cony like, every bleed
Cuz it come on 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 can fall now
Never ever spit a rap but he got balls now
I’m talkin fed time, yall up, yall down
Your mama can’t pay the bills, shit is on now
How that make you feel? You should pay them bills
And they spittin in them trays when you make your mill
Niggas shittin out them packs just to take them pills
And his baby momma bought a mint for this shit is real
Niggas turnin muscle, niggas turnin Christian
They gave em life, you try and peel it got em on a mischief
These homies ain’t lyin
They still in the kitchen
They buying bullshit, they come bearing swimming
It’s coming up short, no food on the fork
Niggas is catching cases, niggas is gonna call
He’s a slave in the field
You the one in the Porsche
With that gun in your hand
Try and run with them racks

We been in the war with them winners
Shout it out with the best
Talkin hiring gorillas, banana clip make a mess
I’ve seen young niggas fly
I’ve seen young niggas fall
I’ve 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 but the lame niggas on me
For the love of the money I’ve seen real niggas cry
I’ve seen real niggas hit
I’ve seen real niggas die cuz a real nigga snitch
In God we trust! (in God we trust)

Aye look, I’mma 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 motherfuckin family nigga
Cuz this shit ain’t meant for everybody dog
Everybody talk that shit until they get caught up in the real shit
And then they start talkin that shit

We been in the war with them winners
Shout it out with the best
Talkin hiring gorillas, banana clip make a mess
I’ve seen young niggas fly
I’ve seen young niggas fall
I’ve 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 but the lame niggas on me
For the love of the money I’ve seen real niggas cry
I’ve seen real niggas hit
I’ve seen real niggas die cuz a real nigga snitch
In God we trust! (in God we trust)

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