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lirik lagu gangsta testimony – rowdy rebel

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[intro]
huh? (brr)

[chorus]
before i had my bucks up, when i was f*cked up
before this rap sh*t saved me and a n*gga lucked up
they wasn’t checkin’ for me, huh, real rap, no kizzy
that was a lesson for me (huh?)
better yet, that was a blessin’ for me (that was a blessin’ for me)
’cause less friends, less stressin’ for me (less stressin’ for me)
less sweat, that’s less pressure on me (that’s less pressure on me)
but still ride around with that wеapon on me (grrt)
this my gangster testimony (baow)
[verse]
tеll the truth behind my life, for real
and if they bend the corner, though i wait (skrrt)
how they might k!ll, you know that it’s on sight still
lil’ bro stressin’ mom deuce can’t pay the light bill (can’t pay the lightbill)
so he just poppin’ percs to go to sleep, like, f*ck a night quill (like, f*ck the night quill)
everyday trappin’, back to back, ‘member them nights still?
before i could buy a b*tch a bag, knowin’ that i might k!ll
now, i go and get the b*tch a bag with some nice heels (yeah, i go get it)
just to find out the b*tch was bad, but her light k!ll (boy, she was trash, n*gga)
d*mn, just another lesson learned (just another lesson learned)
another b*tch feelin’ hurt (b*tch feelin’ hurt)
another player get his turn
that’s just how the world go ’round (that’s just how it go ’round)
mary, go ’round, whatever go up, huh, must come down (it must come down)
now i’m on top, feelin’ like n*ggas beneath me (for real)
young gunner in the game, but won’t let them chrissy neith me (not at all)
i told ’em “take it easy” (take it easy)
but n*ggas ain’t believe me (they ain’t believe me)
now this ap on my wrist, sh*t look like it’s fiji (huh?)
water, n*gga (water, n*gga), it cost two quarters, n*gga (cost two quarters, n*gga)
‘member the times a n*gga couldn’t afford it, n*gga
now, my wrist look gorgeous, n*gga (huh?)
drop top, wish we porsche a n*gga (skrrt)
fat n*gga with money, but i ain’t ugly, like that porsche n*gga (for real)
uh, i’m tryna run up these mils (tryna run up these mils)
f*ck buyin’ a rollie, go get my homie a pill
because for all of this money and before all of these deals (before all of these deals)
we was f*cked up and hungry, we had to spit on our meals (for real)
don’t let that go over your head (go over your head)
grew up in the trenches, had no b*tter on my bread (had no b*tter on my bread)
c*ck it with extensions, we had one up in the head (grrt)
2014, who knew that i’d be duckin’ feds (d*mn)
life up on the edge (sh*t)
crackers on the six, so he ain’t get the tommy flat (skrrt)
only salute to the gs, the only allegiance that i pledge
my lil’ homie, he be tweakin’ when he ain’t takin’ his meds (he be tweakin’)
had a shootout on the d*ck and they had money on his head
but i told my youngin, “chill, before you end up out here dead” (for real)
but he looked me in my eyes, told me he already made up his bed (for real)
[chorus]
before i had my bucks up (huh?)
when i was f*cked up (when i was what?)
before this rap sh*t saved me and a n*gga lucked up (and he what?)
they wasn’t checkin’ for me (they wasn’t)
that was a lesson for me (huh?)
that was a blessin’ for me
no more stressin’ for me, ‘kay (uh)

[outro]
(jordan produced it)

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