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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 up, 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 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) SongtexteAnd 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 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 up, 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 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 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 up, 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 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 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 up, 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 Aus Songtexte Mania