Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Testify, artist - August Alsina. Date of issue: 14.04.2014
Song language: English
Testify |
| I remember wakin' up, bein broke |
| but still it wasn’t breakin' us |
| I remember why I broke the rules, |
| cuz I ain’t really have nobody to look up to |
| I remember cuttin' class, bein' bad, |
| cuz I ain’t have what them other kids had |
| I remember wishin' that I knew my dad, |
| then I remember wishin' I could get him back |
| For every single night that he told me he was comin' and he didn’t, |
| for every single dollar that my mama 'nem was missin' |
| For every thing I wanted and was told I couldn’t get it, |
| and that I had to face it that my daddy was addicted (damn) |
| That’s right it wasn’t easy growin' up, |
| mama was exposin' us to life as she knew it |
| So we all went through it, |
| I remember bein' down and out, sleepin, on my homie’s couch |
| In & outta trouble ever since my mama put me out |
| Damn it’s gettin real, Damn it’s gettin real |
| Didn’t graduate, I’m thinkin damn I gotta deal |
| So I hit da block, sellin rocks just to eat a meal |
| So I grabbed da Glock, kept it cocked. |
| Peace is still |
| In da back of da tracks, my nigga’s stayed wit da packs |
| And if a nigga was schemin', my brotha stayed with tha gat |
| Yea, yea we stayed in da trap, yea everyday in da trap |
| These ho’s was chasin' da cheese, so we would stay wit da rat’s |
| And we was ridin down, dippin low, I stayed in da back |
| In the X5 stuntin, we ain’t know how to act |
| Spendin' money like it’s nothin, cuz we gone get it back |
| 17 never thought that I’d be gettin dem racks, |
| had a dream but I said I wasn’t fuckin' wit that |
| Mel told me I would make it, I ain’t fuckin wit that. |
| but he told me that it wouldn’t hurt to give it a try |
| Hardest thing out in New Orleans never see 25 |
| Right then I woke up, broke out, told my nigga’s had to roll out, |
| moved to the A and got motivated, that inspiration don’t run out |
| Heard my brother got gunned down and it hurt me to my heart, |
| So I kept grindin', I kept pushin', he told me to go far |
| So I can’t stop at no crib, can’t stop at no car, |
| Gotta. Keep. Goin. Like there ain’t no tomorrow |
| So I’m goin hard everyday, til I got nothin' to say, |
| nothin' can stand in my way, |
| I gotta stay, to show my nigga’s a different way (waaayyy) |
| (Imma tell da truth and da whole truth, |
| Cuz there ain’t no need to lie |
| And I ain’t tryna keep it all inside, |
| So I gotta TESTIFY |
| For you and I, I testify) |
| I testify, I testify |