G.o.d. We Tru$t - Maestro

(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 fucker's gettin' greedy) 
         Already had a Lex, man Dan was vexed 
         Didn't like the way he started to flex 
         (what the fuck's he gettin' vexed?) 
         Club hoppin', takin' his whip shoppin' 
         G'd forgotten his team, now his teams plottin' 
         To stop him 
         Making mad dough like Pablo 
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