K.o.King - In gjgj lyrics

See most of y'all s**a a** n***as 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 n***as ain't bout it they talkin' but really pick and choose We on our second strike, we ain't got sh** to lose All my n***as 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***as 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 [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 n***as cry, I seen young n***as fold I seen young n***as 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***as hungry, for the love of the money I seen real n***as cry, I seen real n***as hit I seen real n***as die, cuz a real n***a snitch In God we trust [Verse 2] Lotta n***as act Tony-like Told them D's 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***as is rats, you should say cheese Once a local dude, sh** 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** is hard now How that make you feel, you should pay them bills Inmates spittin in them trays when they make yo' meal n***as sh**tin' out them packs just to take them pills And his baby mama brought em in, boy this sh** is real n***as turn to m**m, n***as 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***as is catchin' cases, n***as 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 n***a, stay in school If you got a job n***a, stay at work If you a family man, stay with your muhf**in' family n***a Cuz this sh** ain't meant for everybody dawg Everybody talk that sh**, until they get caught up in some real sh** And then they start talkin' that sh** [Hook]