Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Testimony, artist - Lil Pete. Date of issue: 05.09.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Testimony |
| Yeah |
| Hardaway |
| Hardaway |
| Yeah |
| You don’t make up for your sins in church |
| You do it in the streets |
| You do it at home |
| The rest is bullshit and you know it |
| You know shit ain’t change |
| Damn, this like my testimony so I gotta be honest |
| You hear me? |
| If you my dawg, we gon' ball, get rich together |
| Niggas changed up like a Christmas sweater |
| I told my dawgs we gon' all be rich forever |
| You can call on me 'cause I’m with whatever |
| Hundred times ten, I ain’t switching up |
| Shit, could be rich before it ever get better |
| Under any circumstance, yeah, I’m humble as ever |
| And if I never see you again, this is my letter |
| I got all this drip, Cartier my lens |
| Had a plain jane, now it’s diamonds on my wrist (Drip, drip) |
| Been shut it down, yeah, that’s some real shit |
| Make that first mil, I’ma buy my mom a crib |
| Free all of my dawgs, yeah, they did not snitch |
| No, you not a boss 'cause your team ain’t fit |
| Lot of commissary, had to Green Dot bread |
| Didn’t tell you things that I wish I did |
| I was down on my ass but I had to go and get it |
| I done made it out, yeah, I made it out the trenches |
| My nigga hurt my heart when I heard he turned witness |
| Promise this ain’t it, it is only the beginning |
| Nigga, to the top, we ain’t ever gon' flop |
| Three plus me, that’s about a hundred shots |
| I’ll do it by myself, I don’t need no co-D |
| Pourin' out my pain, sippin' all this codeine |
| Money on your books, if I got it, then you got it |
| Never count me out, never count a man pockets |
| Rookie of the year, feelin' like Luk Dončić |
| Just might chase the money so I gotta be honest |
| If you my dawg, we gon' ball, get rich together |
| Niggas changed up like a Christmas sweater |
| I told my dawgs we gon' all be rich forever |
| You can call on me 'cause I’m with whatever |
| Hundred times ten, I ain’t switching up |
| Shit, could be rich before it ever get better |
| Under any circumstance, yeah, I’m humble as ever |
| And if I never see you again, this is my letter |
| You know I gotta keep that thing on me |
| Niggas hate me in my city 'cause I’m B-I-G |
| I’ma always hold it down 'til I D-I-E |
| I remember when I ain’t have shit in my jeans |
| And I’m still in the trenches with my dawgs |
| Number ain’t change, if you need me, just call |
| I know the opps get mad when they see that nigga ball |
| And my ex hoes mad that they seein' I’m on |
| You know I gotta keep that thing on me |
| Niggas hate me in my city 'cause I’m B-I-G |
| I’ma always hold it down 'til I D-I-E |
| I remember when I ain’t have shit in my jeans |
| And I’m still in the trenches with my dawgs |
| Number ain’t change, if you need me, just call |
| I know the opps get mad when they see that nigga ball |
| And my ex hoes mad that they seein' I’m on |
| Keep that thing on me |
| 'til I D-I-E |
| 'cause I’m B-I-G, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Hold it down 'til I D-I-E |