Testimony

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2 months ago

King dope testimony(freestyle) Streets run cold My bag gettin colder Drippin like I'm Santa clause Niggas asking for a raise like they worked overtime like their bosses Why nigga gotta act so big when when they wallets lookin blank like their futures Niggas fighting one another for a Hun that never loved them If I ever chill with a nigga at my crib around midnight just know the boy sittin with niggas who more focused on the bag and not loose skirts that belong on the streets with their unknown infections Chillin with the rich gang Sippin with the rich gang Slidin with the rich gang But never chill with niggas who believe chasin skirts gonna make you a richer man(useless excuse of a dude) I gotta testify thank you Lord I gotta testify thank you Lord I gotta testify thank you Lord I gotta thank the Lord for the blessings he gave us The mercey he showed upon us For the love he gave us when niggas thought we would never become bigger than how we are today Stayed on the block Never turned on my people Always had my bros back even when niggas trip on the bag I sleep on the bag I rap on the bag I work on the bag But the bag got me feelin like a Casanova rapper with the designer brands The paper got me feelin like Nick cannon The only times when nigga trending is when hunnies be counting how many kids he got Nigga got more kids like he applying for child grand With the kids he got he could start a private world feeding scheme Or the show he started where he intro many artists so he can pay his baby mama houses rents Nigga deserves father of the year award too bad nigga couldn't achieve father of the year awards like his peers on stage(at least he made a name for himself though)

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