Testimony

By Major Nine

Released on April 21, 2017

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[Intro]

Lil’ nigga you got shooters, why you carry ratchets?

Man they tryna catch me slippin’, ain’t no thinkin’ backwards

Lay a nigga down, do him like a dirty mattress

If I ever meet the reaper, gotta let him have it

Throwin’ bullets like I’m Brady, he gon catch these passes

Leave a nigga at the light if he say he in traffic

Pull off slow, you catch attention when you tryna mash it

Do a nigga like a roach, boy I gotta smash him


[Verse]

I don’t trust nobody, I think they all fake

Born in a family of shooters, I swear we all straight

Mama got protection for life like this shit AllState

You jumpin’ off the porch, I been ‘round the corner like all day

I remember days we only had one gun

But we was quick to let it spit, them niggas never made us run

And if them bitches hated condoms, I could never make ‘em cum

I won’t go out like Eazy, I’m my mama only son

Do I gotta show you proof, lil’ nigga?

Bullet holes in the windows and the roof, lil’ nigga

And you wonder why I committed to The U, lil’ nigga

I can’t be out on that block ‘cause I’m in school, lil’ nigga

I got evicted ‘cause some dumb shit

Somebody told the landlord I was hangin’ out the door with a drumstick, and yeah I ain’t denyin’ shit

If I feel my life in danger man we fightin’ or them bullets gon’ be flyin’ bitch

You ever looked a gun down that long dark hole?

I’m from Miami where the summer nights can get real cold

Where niggas die or go to jail, we don’t live to get old

And if we do, that’s just a blessin’ that you have from ya’ folks

I done seen a lot of bodies in these 21 years

I seen the whole city drown in them funeral tears

And the police hate a nigga ‘cause the way that we live

We rather do it on our own, we don’t call ‘em for shit

I can’t even order pizza, they won’t bring it on my block

We was worried ‘bout his pockets, fuck that shit in that box

We ain’t hungry and we called you to this bando for a reason

And if he get the slightest clue, go to trippin’, gotta leave him

Lost too many brothers, I got trust issues

Gotta see you in that smoke before I fuck with you

Niggas claim they runnin’ down, be the main ones runnin’

When they hear them choppas choppin’ and them draco’s drummin’

I’ll never lose my faith but the devil in my face

He been talkin’ for a minute and I’m feelin’ outta place

So I check my iPhone to see if God just text me

Snapchat notifications from a bitch wanna sex me

Suck my dick and look me in my eyes

By no surprise I know lil’ mama had a couple lies, she kept inside

She remind me of the old Trina, she slip and slide

But the way these hoes set up these days, I wanna die

I can’t trust these bitches ‘cause I think these bitches ‘cause I think these bitches set up

Back then she didn’t like me, but now this hoe won’t let up

Devil in a sundress tryna hold my dick for ransom

She used to call me ugly but that money made me handsome