Maestro - G.o.d. We Tru$t Lyrics
(yo yo, yo yo) Yeah Here's some food for thought (you love to hear the story, again and again) [Chorus] This is the shit that niggas die for The shit they breath for Sweat and cry for Sacrafice their life for Civlized turned to savages Mainly out for lavish gifts Check the story, check the story This is the shit that niggas pray for, every night And take bullets ricochet Some would even slay for Civilized turned to savages Mainly out for lavish gifts Check the story, check the story Yo, I knew a brother named G G was heavy weight Niggas tried to emulate Sellin' weight's how he did it Out to make another G Never finger-printed Neighborhood drug lord, he'd make you say (G) how'd he do it? Had the blocked locked down Pullin' levers out for treasures Like black ceaser with the ledges G smoked Benson off his hedges Crack conisour, ghetto godfather Got you checkin' out the saga I remember when he made a few bucks They called him Poo, but That was way before he blew up He grew up But still he wasn't easy G was movin' speedy His team started to say (This mother *****er's gettin' greedy) Already had a Lex, man Dan was vexed Didn't like the way he started to flex (what the *****
