Fel Mula - In God We Trust lyrics

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Verse 1)

Do you know who I do this for?

The streets keep calling, I can never ignore

All black Maybach what I'm tryna afford,

But haters wanna see me back whippin' a Honda Accord (Naw)

I'm the eraser for you naysayers

Jewish lawyer for cases, no better replacement

Follow footsteps of satan, never leavin' them traces

Count so many white faces, I could never be racist!

Now I'm sittin' in this position

Living isn't exquisite, but my visions God given

Zippers on niggas' mouths, suspicions I'm with your spouse

In your house like Dereon, so nigga carry on

Stand alone we makin' hits no Barry Bonds

No Jackie Robinson, product of my environment

Hope you still dodgin when bullets fly from firing

Back in full effect. Your raps go in retirement

In hell, totes of smoke, no one higher than (me)

Paper chasin, no waitin, I'm never tiresome

It's ambition. When I speak you should listen

I face the man in the mirror. I'm my only competition

Brung it back to my city, they crowned me the champion

The Repertoire is ours. You get drowned in the ambience

Close to fame, don't know my name, they chanting it

Hustle remain relevant, struggle to stay prevalent, it's evident

(Chorus)

Nigga, this money is a must

Nothing given to us, so In God We Trust

Acquire what we desire and there is no better feeling

The peak is the ceiling. I'm tryna reach a million

Listen, this money is a must

Wasn't born with enough, so In God We Trust

Acquire what we desire and there is no better feeling

The peak is the ceiling. I'm tryna reach a million

(Verse 2)

I am forever on a paper chase

The haters get erased. The weak get replaced

Hustlers, they get embraced. The school of hard knocks

Trappin' and flippin' keys so they can break the locks

Be American dreams, livin' a nightmare

Plans of luxurious thoughts of cashmere

Account in large amounts, money from last year

Drove on the road, the gold is getting more clear

In the jungle, still stuck in my stance

Fuckas wanna see me stumble, but they'll never get the chance

Let you know in advance, I wrote your name in the sand

Blown away in a glance or a snapped finger

Your time is up, meet that fat singer

Live on my feet while you give on your knees, sweet as a surrender

The wait is over, number 1 contender

Also known as the winner. I'll dessert you for dinner, quicker

(Chorus)

Nigga, this money is a must

Nothing given to us, so In God We Trust

Acquire what we desire and there is no better feeling

The peak is the ceiling. I'm tryna reach a million

Listen, this money is a must

Wasn't born with enough, so In God We Trust

Acquire what we desire and there is no better feeling

The peak is the ceiling. I'm tryna reach a million

(Talking)

This money is a must

Nothing given to us so In God We Trust

Listen, this money is a must

Wasn't born with enough so In God We Trust

Let's get it

The Motif Of The Streets