Street Testimony

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I dont miss the trap
But i rap bout blasting straps, cause we was born in that
Even though we just getting started they telling me change my raps
How the f*ck im gone do that, my people going through that
Aint to many real ones left so gotta relate to that
But I coulda get a pussy clapped, with no tax, or no facts
Not a word know i aint pay for that
Round up all the gang an they gone lay em flat
F*ck it, back up on my savage shit I feel like mad max

Heart froze, keep these heater chromes bi polar straps
When it was cold, we turned that oven on, shit what you know bout that
Had that swagga dripping fiji, but we only drinking tap
Aint no fags, was sharing beds, taking overcrowded naps
Damn this paranoia real, cruising, glizzy on da lap
Know the reaper tryna suffocate you, laughing as you tap
Going back im in my feelings bout my guys and all we lacked
Never lack, i tell my brothers that cause it's dangerous where they at

Pray they never end up wacked, i aint tryna end up like durk an von
But the reaper he a mufucka, biggest gangsta of us all
Police clapping at us like they fans, don't wanna see us ball
Used to play with rockets loading clips just like im john wall
Was posted on the block, surrounded by shooters like im pau gasol
Praising all the thugs like lary hoover, damn they got us all
How they got us all confused, we gangsta now say f*ck the rules
They switching, snitching, selling out for jewels but i am not involved

Now i let the pain dissolve and wonder how'd they miss me
Born in this to lose so just like MJ i need six rings
Used to wonder will i hit that lick that make my wrist bling
Out there toting thunder with my guys before im sixteen
Knew it wasn't wise but had some guys selling christeen
Bronem always itching just to shoot em they some big fiends
Catch a oppa slippin, walk up on em thats a blitzkrieg
Before i kill a nigga though ill put a cracker six feet

Get it whenever, sixteen shot beretta, or the gen which ever better
We gone do it together
But really that's confidential can't tell y'all nothing that i said
And i know whats right but im fighting these demons
Tossing and turning in my bed
I done seen a mother cry blood, cause she lost her son
I just took it to the head
No bullshit, now we seeing red
Rule number 1, never talk to feds
Im good in these streets and all these hoods
But a nigga just chillin off the grid
Do it all for the fam, you f*ck with the guys
Ima shoot till its fuckin up my hand
Cant trust these bitches, ion like these bitches 
You know im just fuckin cause i can

I aint trippin cause i got a master plan
It involve whole lotta rubber bands
But life bigger than that understand
But i know they wont really understand
All they really tryna do is underhand
Versatile i could shoot with other hand
Been a while i aint seen my brother nem
Risked it all cant take another chance
Still gotta say this shit again, im tryna save you from a bullet in ya head
But everything in gods hands, if im being honest
An my killas keep me modest, they some real tyrants
Ima G so for the bucks, move in silence, like im giannis

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