Testimony Lyrics

Ion' miss the trap

But i rap bout blasting straps, cause we was born in that

Even though we just getting started they telling me change my raps

How the fuck im gone do that, my people going through that

Aint to many real ones left so gotta relate to that

But I could get a pussy clapped, with no tax, or no facts, not a word know i aint pay for that

Round up all the gang an they gone lay em flat

Fuck it, back up on my savage shit I feel like mad max

Heart froze, keep these heater chromes bi polar straps

When it was cold, we turned that oven on, shit what you know bout that

Had that swagga dripping fiji, but we only drinking tap

Aint no fags, was sharing beds, taking overcrowded naps

Damn this paranoia real, cruising, glizzy on da lap

Know the reaper tryna suffocate you, laughing as you tap

Going back im in my feelings bout my guys and all we lacked

Never lack, i tell my brothers that cause it's dangerous where they at

Pray they never end up wacked, i aint tryna end up like durk an von

But the reaper he a mufucka, biggest gangsta of us all

Police clapping at us like they fans, don't wanna see us ball

Used to play with rockets loading clips just like im john wall

Was posted on the block, surrounded by shooters like im pau gasol

Praising all the thugs like lary hoover, damn they got us all

How they got us all confused, we gangsta now say fuck the rules

They switching, snitching, selling out for jewels but i am not involved

Now i let the pain dissolve and wonder how'd they miss me

Born in this to lose so just like MJ i need six rings

Used to wonder will i hit that lick that make my wrist bling

Out there toting thunder with my guys before im sixteen

Knew it wasn't wise but had some guys selling christeen

Bronem always itching just to shoot em they some big fiends

Catch a oppa slippin, walk up on em thats a blitzkrieg

Before i kill a nigga though ill put a cracker six feet

Get it whenever, sixteen shot beretta, or the gen which ever better, we gone do it together

But really that's confidential can't tell y'all nothing that i said

And i know whats right but im fighting these demons, tossing and turning in my bed

I done seen a mother cry blood, cause she lost her son, i just took it to the head

No bullshit, now we seeing red

Rule number 1, never talk to feds

Im good in these streets and all these hoods, but a nigga just chillin off the grid

Do it all for the fam, you fuck with the guys, im a shoot till its fuckin up my hand

Cant trust these bitches, ion like these bitches you know im just fuckin cause i can

I aint trippin cause i got a master plan

It involve whole lotta rubber bands

But life bigger than that understand

But i know they wont really understand

All they really tryna do is underhand

Versatile i could shoot with other hand

Been a while i aint seen my brother nem

Risked it all cant take another chance

Still gotta say this shit again, im tryna save you from a bullet in ya head

But everything in gods hands, if im being honest

An my killers keep me modest, they some real tyrants

Im a G so for the bucks, move in silence, like im giannis