Lyrics:
{"Testify!"}
[Styles P:]
Time I testify, listen
Why Malcolm get killed by the N.O.I.?
I'm yellow but I'm dark for real
And why nobody flip when
life
You need a baller, I'm a baller your type
You need a playa, that's what I is fo' life
[Lil' Flip]
24's on the coupe when I roll by, four guns on my
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
Made By Money Sign
It's Mr. KSO, I'm all about the make dough
If you ain't bout the strips, it's cause you ain't touch a bankroll
Uh, give KO's these
'm having these whales for real (Yeah)
Finna get cut
A little bad vibes and we just
Gon' take a lil' trip
I did that shit by myself
I stacked up wealth, for
all my brother kids
I swear I'd go back to jail to see my brothers live
Shoot you, then follow the ambulance, make sure you dead for real
Your
uh (that was bullshit)
I run a real business, I ain't just tryna maintain an image (for real)
And talk niggas to death 'bout how I'm a crazy spitter
all about that
Its all about that
Don't talk to me
It ain't bout cash lil bitch
Don't to talk to me
I'm in my bag lil bitch
Don't Fuck wit me
I get that
that gun gone sing
Lil bro don't talk he be looking all mean
Yeah my foot on they neck
It been on they neck
Gone stay on they neck
I do this
the paint like O'Neil
Been had racks got no deal (no deal)
All these hoes know the deal
Bitch gotta fuck ain't no chill
I go by Mr OutSouf I get his low
need a lil water
Real swift
I came on the beat like Swiss
It's Dip
I came on her tits
Now she wanna know the kid
But she can't come in
Not by the hairs
These lil' niggaz is crazy!
What the fff?
This is our future?
It's 'bout the children, man
Daamn!
Ayo, P! (I pray to God for the kids, man!)
No
and my children
Had to put the wide body on the Lamb' truck, it look sexy, call it "Mrs. Urus"
Fucked up playin' around, now I'm serious
I got
nigga'
Strapped with the 40, shit real out chea
Talking about the purpose smoking fills outchea (han)
Stingy with the money, but the shells I shed
And my
(I got 20 on my beat)
(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)
Keed talk to 'em
I just told Lil Uzi pull up with it, we gon' shoot, yeah (say what?)
thought I'd never be
As a juvenile I caught felonies
Kept a Scrooge face like I was Eberneezer
With a gun tucked for my enemies
Niggaz talk death and I
ain't a thang
When it come to money I got it, man
You the next best thang, I'm the hottest, mayne
You talk that shit, I'm 'bout it, mayne
We way over
out the lot
I done seen too much been through a lot
I don't got no time for pillow talk
Lil Shorty pull it out ill make the drop
We some real niggas
can be a friend of me
And only thug niggas feel my pain
I'm down with m-o-be and I'm tru to the game
Real niggas don't talk shit
And if you run up wrong
Okay, hello class (Hello)
I'm Professor Tekyume and I have a very
Very special guest for you today
His name is Lil Boom (Wow)
Everyone say "Hello Lil
Got that real **** I don't know what people telling' y'all (Them folks lying to y'all)
Bruh I'm really on the grind I'm the street ***** Giannis
I
that real shit I don't know what people telling' y'all (Them folks lying to y'all)
Bruh I'm really on the grind I'm the street nigga Giannis
I
to everybody that tried to doubt me
(Bitch, yeah)
When I talk 'bout gettin' head
I talk 'bout catching bounties
Everybody posts how bad they want
Me on they main
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