Test Of Heart

[Intro]
Man I still can't believe niggas, I went broke tryna please niggas
Man it's like, I was right there man
Shit, I kinda thought I made it and I kinda got lazy man
But I still got a point to motherfucking prove nigga

[Verse 1]
Man, I still can't believe niggas, I went broke tryna feed niggas
We hit a bump in the road and you gon' leave nigga?
Bitch niggas came around when shit was gravy
On my mama I ain't lying, I'm finna make these niggas hate me
This the test of heart, is you gon' ride or we gon' fall apart?
Everybody wanna shine, be crying in the dark
I'm Koly P, I'm like the sensei
And all that pain in my heart, I need some BenGay
Last week I made like ten K, My auntie call me on they rent day
And when they ask, I just text them back comprende
Pooh tired of that Jag, he want that Bentley
And if they ever ask, tell them that the hood sent me
Done came a long way from penitentiaries
I'm Koly P the boss, I came home and made history
How the fuck I'm still alive, that's a mystery
I got mami on my side, she practice witchery, me

[Interlude]
See a wise woman told me (a wise woman told me)
The darkest part of the night (the darkest)
Is right before the sunrise (right before the sunrise nigga)
So keep your head up nigga

[Verse 2]
I heard niggas still tweaking
But when they see me they be speakin'
Ain't fucking with you niggas, I be anti for a reason
When I said I was gon' blow, them pussy niggas didn't believe me
Just had a talk with God, I told him I been fighting demons
Ten racks for a show, I never bite the hand that feed me
Put diamonds in my wrist, if they don't like me they gon' see me
Put this forty to your face, I'm coming at you niggas three deep
Bought a Winchester pump, look like the one that be on TV
Nigga buckle up, I'm finna take you on the gangster ride
Can't believe I once contemplated suicide
Man, this rap shit ain't a hobby
See, I really lost it all when they found my nigga body
If they looking for a gift, Koly got it
Spoke my mind on every beat and made a profit
Up and down I-95, doing shows till I'm carsick
I'm tryna send my son to college, me

[Outro]
See I really want to preach
On every song, every beat
I bet y'all ain't know OG was disciple of gangsters
Thugs, tax evaders, and ho-mongers
Now let the congregation shout
Hahaha, we gon' have church in this bitch
Ayy pass the offering around man
I know they'll buy this on iTunes
If not, I'll give it away, My Mixtapez