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I swear to you nigga, I look at a dollar
Bill, and I see God, who else but me?
Back against the wall, fist up a nigga scrap
Handle my own my chrome's my dome, if not that
I'ma pack, strapped as the hood would say
You got daps if you knuckled up the old school way
From building living to a basement out in Queens
Same old thing, niggas do the same old things
Ain't nothing changed but the scenery
Weed smokers, crack dealers, gunshots ring
If not, you're still used to the violence
This is our environment, New York take pride in
Twisting a nigga cap like homie relax
Nah niggas need dough, money, power, respect
Case closed, is all a nigga know
Put a hole in the foe, entrepreneurs wit snow
Hustle like, getting money feels like plugging a hoe
Or two touching dykes for money they blow
Which means money is God, we pray to it for growth
We put our faith in a dollar bill
Kill for dead presidents, it's how we feel
Pray to currency, worship the luxury
Standing on corners behind desks, aint nothin' free
Getting paid feels like getting blessed
Feel cursed if you broke when you hungry and depressed
Some niggas see a way out, stick ups blowing brains out
Some niggas cheat niggas legally
Money is God
Money, my Jesus, liquor, my savior
Put them two together, add reafer plus a diva
I think I found heaven
Satan is being poor
So niggas turn to God in front of that corner store
Deliver us, pointing pistols
In God we trust the American way
Pray holding a trigger, release demons
Figures we need preachers to bark all loud
Then collect the offering and that's the protection
Baptized in henny officially saved
Haze caressing lungs to get through a day
Confessing a get you shot snitching on our religion
Pause when you talk, think on what you're saying
Break bread with the enemy, greed a be the end of me