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In God I Trust Paroles

Kevin Gates

Album Luca Brasi 3

Paroles de In God I Trust

Ooh, man, that's pressure
Yeah, pressure
Havin' my way with the money, yeah
Nah, my muscles just gon' tighten up when get on that [?]

Havin' my way with the money, yeah, that shit keep comin' and comin'
Ran through the stack, I get rack on a rack, I keep thumpin' and thumpin'
I did a show, caught a case on that road, I ain't runnin' from nothin'
God on my side, I got nothin' to hide, now I'm runnin' from nothin'
God got me, woke me up, took me in
Set me down, broke me down, said make me proud
I came up, I rose up out the mud
Can't trust nobody so in God I trust

I'm a grinder, oh ooh oh oh oh
You got the number one song on the radio and you still gotta sit in jail?
I went in late, I'm on the top rack by the lake
I'ma sleep all day and be up late
I had to make the best of what I had
I'm in the trap spot with a bang
Fuckin' a bad bitch with the brain
Double the carats, get the rings
Standin' on all ten in the game
Just say went all in [?]
Happen to merc and I'm thankin' 'bout minutes
Thankin' 'bout gunnin, new daughter, delivered Bentley pull up, we gon' drop in there, simply
I'ma work out and go hard [?]
Cardiovascular, cardio fitness
Get outta pocket, we deal with it quickly
Lovin' a snake, turned around and it bit me right in the kidney

Havin' my way with the money, yeah, that shit keep comin' and comin'
Ran through the stack, I get rack on a rack, I keep thumpin' and thumpin'
I did a show, caught a case on that road, I ain't runnin' from nothin'
God on my side, I got nothin' to hide, now I'm runnin' from nothin'
God got me, woke me up, took me in
Set me down, broke me down, said make me proud
I came up, I rose up out the mud
Can't trust nobody so in God I trust

Hey look, check it out
Hey, I'ma make mistakes in life
Yes sir
I'm not perfect, ya heard me? (I'm not perfect)
You know, don't judge me 'cause I don't judge

Ain't been to no funerals lately, my partners, they dead or in jail
I fought the pain for a long time, I tried a lot and I failed
But now it's time to excel, they come on a metric ton scale
Say hold on to the guard rail, flyin' outta here
From takin' a trip to supply to takin' a trip to Dubai
I done been shitted on by a lotta rappers and it don't at all matter
The ones that fuck with me know I'm one-thousand, they know I'm all action
I'm a big general, I could send a load, a brick, bread winner in life
I could cook off the pot or a base scale I could lock
Re-compress fire ton in a box
Guerilla hustle, I done been on the block

Havin' my way with the money, yeah, that shit keep comin' and comin'
Ran through the stack, I get rack on a rack, I keep thumpin' and thumpin'
I did a show, caught a case on that road, I ain't runnin' from nothin'
God on my side, I got nothin' to hide, now I'm runnin' from nothin'
God got me, woke me up, took me in
Set me down, broke me down, said make me proud
I came up, I rose up out the mud
Can't trust nobody so in God I trust