[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
