| Lil young nigga with the burner on us, you could tell we don’t play
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| Getting high, smoking weed, having fun, fogging up the whole way
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| Lord I testify
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| I ain’t want it, but homie had to die
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| Plus I know what kind of nigga he was, you couldn’t scrap with him
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| If you beat him up, you better come back and get him
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| I’m sorry Lord for my sins (Sorry)
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| They don’t say much but pray for my friends
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| All we do is get money, get high, pop bottles, next day do the same shit again
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| Lord I testify
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| I expect to die
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| I get extra high, till I’m next to Ty
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| Till I lounge with G, till I step with pops
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| I’m going green, so I’ma need the Tesla drop (Lord, I testify)
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| Father forgive if the hood don’t connect the dots
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| Drinkin' brown and champagne, so we lost where we started
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| Formed dearly departed, please bless the block
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| Let my niggas see billions, teach praise to their children
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| Inshallah, please blessed the Opps (Testify)
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| And I’m sorry Lord for sins
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| Open my third eye, focus my lens
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| I don’t do religion, but I pray for my friends.
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| Lord I testify
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| Lil young nigga with the burner on us, you could tell we don’t play
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| Getting high, smoking weed, having fun, fogging up the whole way
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| Lord I testify
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| I ain’t want it, but homie had to die
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| Plus I know what kind of nigga he was, you couldn’t scrap with him
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| If you beat him up, you better come back and get him
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| I’m sorry Lord for my sins
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| They don’t say much but pray for my friends (Pray for 'em)
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| All we do is get money, get high, pop bottles, next day do the same shit again
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| Lord I testify
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| Uh, please forgive me, them evil thoughts that was in me
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| Them nights loading the semi
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| The cut off shotty, the Henny, smoking, drinking the Remy
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| Made money got fresh, I wasn’t saving a penny (Lord I testify)
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| Smoke out the barrel, gold on my neck like a Pharaoh
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| The road to this rap shit was narrow
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| I could’ve been a number in some federal jail
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| Federal mail, instead I turnt my fantasies real
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| Imagine (Testify) Sheek catalog is beauty pageant
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| Supreme hat on and shades, you don’t know who I’m smashing (Nah)
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| Like I’m sitting in the church with the priest on the other side
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| Confessions, trying not lie (Yeah-yeah)
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| Lord I testify
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| Lil young nigga with the burner on us, you could tell we don’t play
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| Getting high, smoking weed, having fun, fogging up the whole way
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| Lord I testify
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| I ain’t want it, but homie had to die
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| Plus I know what kind of nigga he was, you couldn’t scrap with him
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| If you beat him up, you better come back and get him
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| I’m sorry Lord for my sins (Yeah)
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| They don’t say much but pray for my friends (Yeah)
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| All we do is get money, get high, pop bottles, next day do the same shit again
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| Lord I testify
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| Who’s next to die?
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| Couple issue with you that I need rectify (Uh-huh)
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| I’m very picky person, the selective guy (Yeah)
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| Niggas watching me like they on the detective side (Damn)
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| All the drugs I sold, all the harm I caused (Mmm)
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| All the casualties is what the drama caused (Yeah)
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| And the consequences is what the karma brought (True)
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| Got to roll me one, to try to calm my thoughts (Like that)
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| I was one of the smartest, (Testify) I wasn’t one of the wildest (Uh-uh)
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| But I did from the heart, it wasn’t done out of malice
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| Nah, until I touch the sky, forgive me for my sins, I testify
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| Lord I testify
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| Lil young nigga with burner on us you could tell we don’t play
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| Getting high smoking weed, having fun, fogging up the whole way
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| Lord I testify
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| I ain’t want it, but homie had to die
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| Plus I know what kind of nigga he was, you couldn’t scrap with him
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| If you beat him up, you better come back and get him
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| I’m sorry lord for my sins, they don’t say much but pray for my friends
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| All we do is get money, get high, pop bottles, next day do the same shit again
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| Lord I testify |