Testify

[Chorus]

New York nigga with the burner, all this you can tell we don't play

Gettin' high smoking weed having fun foggin' up the hallway

Lord I, testify

I ain't gonna go my homey had to die

Plus I know what kind of nigga he was

You can't scrap with him

If you beat him up you better come back and get him

I'm sorry lord for my sins

(I'm sorry)

They don't say much but pray for my friends

Homey do we get money get high

Pop bottles next day we do the same shit again

Lord I, testify

[Verse 1: Styles P]

I expect to die, I get extra high

Till I'm next to Thai, till I lounge with G

Till I step with pops, I grown greens too

I gon' need the Telsa drop

(lord I testify)

Fuck the forgive if thе hood don't connect the dots

Drinking brown & champagne

So wе lost what we started

Form daily departed please bless the block

Let my niggas see billions teach prayers to their children

Insha'Allah you please bless the Akhs

(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

[Chorus]

New York nigga with the burner, all this you can tell we don't play

Gettin' high smoking weed having fun foggin' up the hallway

Lord I, testify

I ain't gonna go my homey had to die

Plus I know what kind of nigga he was

You can't scrap with him

If you beat him up you better come back and get him

I'm sorry lord for my sins

(I'm sorry)

They don't say much but pray for my friends

Homey do we get money get high

Pop bottles next day we do the same shit again

Lord I, testify

[Verse 2: Sheek Louch]

Ah, please forgive me, them evil thoughts that was in me

Them nights loadin the semi, the cut-off shottie to Henny

Smoking and drinking the Remy

Made money got fresh I wasn't saving 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

Federal mail instead I turn my fantasies real

(testify)

Imagine, she catalogue is beauty pageant

Supreme hat on, the shades you don't know who I'm smashin'

Like I'm sitting in a church with the priest on the other side

Confessin' tryin' not to lie

[Chorus]

New York nigga with the burner, all this you can tell we don't play

Gettin' high smoking weed having fun foggin' up the hallway

Lord I, testify

I ain't gonna go my homey had to die

Plus I know what kind of nigga he was

You can't scrap with him

If you beat him up you better come back and get him

I'm sorry lord for my sins

(I'm sorry)

They don't say much but pray for my friends

Homey do we get money get high

Pop bottles next day we do the same shit again

Lord I, testify

[Verse 3: Jadakiss]

Who's next to die, who's come to issues with you that I need to rectify

I'm a very picky person, a selective god

Niggas watching me like they on the detective side

All the drugs I sold, all the harm I caused

All the casualties is what the drama caused

And the consequences is what they come and brought

Gotta roll me one to try to calm my thoughts

(testify)

I was one of the smartest I wasn't one of the wildest

But I did it from the heart it wasn't done outta malice

Nah

Until I touch the sky, forgive me for my sins

I testify

[Chorus]

New York nigga with the burner, all this you can tell we don't play

Gettin' high smoking weed having fun foggin' up the hallway

Lord I, testify

I ain't gonna go my homey had to die

Plus I know what kind of nigga he was

You can't scrap with him

If you beat him up you better come back and get him

I'm sorry lord for my sins

(I'm sorry)

They don't say much but pray for my friends

Homey do we get money get high

Pop bottles next day we do the same shit again

Lord I, testify