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Lil' young nigga with the burner on us, you could tell we don't play
Gettin' high, smokin' weed, havin' fun, foggin' up the hallway
Lord, I testify
I ain't want it, but homie had to die
Plus I know what kind of nigga he was, you couldn't scrap with him
If you beat him up, you better come back and get him
I'm sorry Lord, for my sins (sorry)
They don't say much but pray for my friends
All we do is get money, get high, pop bottles, next day do the same shit again
Lord, I testify

I expect to die
I get extra high, 'til I'm next to Ty
'Til I lounge with G, 'til I step with pops
I'm doin' green, so I'ma need the Tesla drop (Lord, I testify)
Father forgive if the hood don't connect the dots
Drinkin' brown and champagne, so we lost where we started
Formed dearly departed, please bless the block
Let my niggas see billions, teach praise to their children
Inshallah, you please, bless the opps (testify)
And I'm sorry Lord, for my sins
Open my third eye, focus my lens
I don't do religion, but I pray for my friends
Lord, I testify

Lil' young nigga with the burner on us, you could tell we don't play
Gettin' high, smokin' weed, havin' fun, foggin' up the hallway
Lord, I testify
I ain't want it, but homie had to die
Plus I know what kind of nigga he was, you couldn't scrap with him
If you beat him up, you better come back and get him
I'm sorry Lord, for my sins (sorry)
They don't say much but pray for my friends (pray for 'em)
All we do is get money, get high, pop bottles, next day do the same shit again
Lord, I testify

Uh, please forgive me, them evil thoughts that was in me
Them nights loadin' the semi
The cut off shotty, the Henny, smokin', drinkin' the Remy
Made money, got fresh, I wasn't savin' a penny (Lord, I testify)
Smoke out the barrel, gold on my neck like a Pharaoh
The road to this rap shit was narrow
I could've been a number in some federal jail (uh-huh)
Federal mail, instead I turnt my fantasies real
Imagine (testify) Sheek catalog is beauty pageant
Supreme hat on and shades, you don't know who I'm smashin' (nah)
Like I'm sittin' in the church with the priest on the other side
Confessions, tryin' not lie (yeah-yeah)
Lord, I testify

Lil' young nigga with the burner on us, you could tell we don't play
Gettin' high, smokin' weed, havin' fun, foggin' up the hallway
Lord I testify
I ain't want it, but homie had to die
Plus I know what kind of nigga he was, you couldn't scrap with him
If you beat him up, you better come back and get him
I'm sorry, Lord for my sins (yeah)
They don't say much but pray for my friends (yeah)
All we do is get money, get high, pop bottles (haha), next day do the same shit again (uh)
Lord, I testify

Who's next to die? (Who's next?)
Couple issue with you that I need rectify (uh-huh)
I'm very picky person, the selective guy (yeah)
Niggas watchin' me like they on the detective side (damn)
All the drugs I sold, all the harm I caused (mm)
All the casualties is what the drama caused (yeah)
And the consequences is what the karma brought (true)
Got to roll me one, to try to calm my thoughts (like that)
I was one of the smartest (testify), I wasn't one of the wildest (uh-uh)
But I did from the heart, it wasn't done out of malice
Nah (nah), until I touch the sky, forgive me for my sins as I testify
Lord, I testify

Lil' young nigga with the burner on us, you could tell we don't play
Gettin' high, smokin' weed, havin' fun, foggin' up the hallway
Lord, I testify
I ain't want it, but homie had to die
Plus I know what kind of nigga he was, you couldn't scrap with him
If you beat him up, you better come back and get him
I'm sorry Lord, for my sins
They don't say much but pray for my friends
All we do is get money, get high, pop bottles, next day do the same shit again
Lord, I testify

Testify
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Lil' young nigga with the burner on us, you could tell we don't play
Gettin' high, smokin' weed, havin' fun, foggin' up the hallway
Lord, I testify
I ain't want it, but homie had to die
Plus I know what kind of nigga he was, you couldn't scrap with him
If you beat him up, you better come back and get him
I'm sorry Lord, for my sins (sorry)
They don't say much but pray for my friends
All we do is get money, get high, pop bottles, next day do the same shit again
Lord, I testify

I expect to die
I get extra high, 'til I'm next to Ty
'Til I lounge with G, 'til I step with pops
I'm doin' green, so I'ma need the Tesla drop (Lord, I testify)
Father forgive if the hood don't connect the dots
Drinkin' brown and champagne, so we lost where we started
Formed dearly departed, please bless the block
Let my niggas see billions, teach praise to their children
Inshallah, you please, bless the opps (testify)
And I'm sorry Lord, for my sins
Open my third eye, focus my lens
I don't do religion, but I pray for my friends
Lord, I testify

Lil' young nigga with the burner on us, you could tell we don't play
Gettin' high, smokin' weed, havin' fun, foggin' up the hallway
Lord, I testify
I ain't want it, but homie had to die
Plus I know what kind of nigga he was, you couldn't scrap with him
If you beat him up, you better come back and get him
I'm sorry Lord, for my sins (sorry)
They don't say much but pray for my friends (pray for 'em)
All we do is get money, get high, pop bottles, next day do the same shit again
Lord, I testify

Uh, please forgive me, them evil thoughts that was in me
Them nights loadin' the semi
The cut off shotty, the Henny, smokin', drinkin' the Remy
Made money, got fresh, I wasn't savin' a penny (Lord, I testify)
Smoke out the barrel, gold on my neck like a Pharaoh
The road to this rap shit was narrow
I could've been a number in some federal jail (uh-huh)
Federal mail, instead I turnt my fantasies real
Imagine (testify) Sheek catalog is beauty pageant
Supreme hat on and shades, you don't know who I'm smashin' (nah)
Like I'm sittin' in the church with the priest on the other side
Confessions, tryin' not lie (yeah-yeah)
Lord, I testify

Lil' young nigga with the burner on us, you could tell we don't play
Gettin' high, smokin' weed, havin' fun, foggin' up the hallway
Lord I testify
I ain't want it, but homie had to die
Plus I know what kind of nigga he was, you couldn't scrap with him
If you beat him up, you better come back and get him
I'm sorry, Lord for my sins (yeah)
They don't say much but pray for my friends (yeah)
All we do is get money, get high, pop bottles (haha), next day do the same shit again (uh)
Lord, I testify

Who's next to die? (Who's next?)
Couple issue with you that I need rectify (uh-huh)
I'm very picky person, the selective guy (yeah)
Niggas watchin' me like they on the detective side (damn)
All the drugs I sold, all the harm I caused (mm)
All the casualties is what the drama caused (yeah)
And the consequences is what the karma brought (true)
Got to roll me one, to try to calm my thoughts (like that)
I was one of the smartest (testify), I wasn't one of the wildest (uh-uh)
But I did from the heart, it wasn't done out of malice
Nah (nah), until I touch the sky, forgive me for my sins as I testify
Lord, I testify

Lil' young nigga with the burner on us, you could tell we don't play
Gettin' high, smokin' weed, havin' fun, foggin' up the hallway
Lord, I testify
I ain't want it, but homie had to die
Plus I know what kind of nigga he was, you couldn't scrap with him
If you beat him up, you better come back and get him
I'm sorry Lord, for my sins
They don't say much but pray for my friends
All we do is get money, get high, pop bottles, next day do the same shit again
Lord, I testify

Testify
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Writer: Anthony Hester, David Styles, Jason Phillips, Randy Ousley, Sean Jacobs
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