Testify

[Intro: NOE]
Whattup people
This is NOE, Baltimore Beast man
Dipset, Byrdgang
Jim Jones, waddup, Max B, Jha, waddup
It's not a game man
I feel like man, I had to, I had to vent over this track man
It's outta necessity, ya know
It's outta necessity
How vain it is to sit down and write
When a lotta y'all muthafuckas ain't stood up to live
Listen

[Verse 1: NOE]
When the wind blows, it carries my struggle
And all the pain that I bear
There's a consequence of learning to smuggle
For learning how to bag it up and piss out clean pee
To bag a quarter key of dope and piss out green tea
I learned it in a cell when I spent a couple years, piss clear
You couldn't even tell when I went
Man I welcome all the hell that I see
Zeus fucks with me, it's like I declare celibacy
I prefer my offense cuz it's more fun to run it and score
But I'm reminded what the guns is for
And I'm reminded what the purpose of hard-slumming was for
To publish and leave y'all lames runnin' for sure
But I prefer to crash when niggas hurt for cash
When they cut small slabs for the hard white to last
Tell everybody that
An argument with me usually ends with cops screaming "Everybody back"
So don't cross my line
For months I ain't toss up the 9
Not sayin' that it don't cross my mind
Last time i checked I ain't have a good beat on what's right from wrong
Or what's life from song
You see the way I'm slaying New York
And I done went to war here to earn a major pay in New York
So of course I draw quicker, I'm sicker than most
So when I sneeze it's to I pick up the toast
It's y'all blessing, I deep-earth 'em
I make 'em a deep person
He paid wit' his life, I hope the lord rebirth him
A long way from jinglin' change
And I'm eons away from a transcript and singlin' names
In the strip club singlin' dames
Here's a 100, hang around, cuz I too hate to mingle with lames
See, life is just a spender in time
So when I get behind the mic I see the world
Pretend that it's mine

[Chorus: NOE]
Will you testify for half of the street
Or join in on a bloodbath in the street
Survive my nigga
If you wanna get up
Better get with the Byrdgang
(Repeat)

[Verse 2: Max B]
I can pipe, right? I can type, right?
Mines is real, nigga what ya life like
I come in ya spot with the ice bright
Splurge in hotspots, score on dyke night
Spurrin the droptop, all if the price right
Some like Max, some wanna be like Mike
Some like stacks, some wanna be type light
Head crack the nigga's ass up, he like dice
We can cop but we still take ices
Big nigga, big figures, 6 digit, base prices
We all through your globe again
All through your hoes again
Verse 2, same shit, through ya hoes again
This shit is just like smack up your nose again
The world is kinda small, can't you feel the shit closing in?
Max will put a bullet hole through your clothes again
Or shoot at ya foes, it's all for the dough again

[Chorus: NOE]
Will you testify for half of the street
Or join in on a bloodbath in the street
Survive my nigga
If you wanna get up
Better get with the Byrdgang
(Repeat)

[Verse 3: Jim Jones]
Streets ain't the same (Naw, it's different)
My ear to the pavement
But I think I hear the streets saying names (yeah, they snitching)
So as a G I'm ashamed (ashamed)
But I just put the racks for the skis on the Range (Im still ballin tho)
And I dropped 50 stacks to put the piece on the chain (Byrdgang)
See I jumped knee-deep in the game (I'm all in it)
Cuz I don't need it like (Nah, mu'fucka)
Cuz I don't wanna fry (nope)
Byrdgang, big Coupes is what we wanna ride (You hear that?)
G5s, big planes is what we wanna fly (We fly high!)
All that plus honor our pride (Dipset!)
Without that fuck it, well fuck it, you rather die (Cowards!)
So all my life I just wanted a chance (One chance!)
But I'm still running around with the gun in my pants (It's fucked up!)
Put the vest on daily
Why you eatin Chow, up in the mess all fairly (I'm taking the whips)
I try to tell the game that it's best y'all kill me (Rap Police!)
Momma told me slow up cuz the stress gon' kill me (I hear you ma)
Cuz they ain't loving you (Nah, they ain't love me)
Naw, they just loving the bad guy
They don't give a fuck, they just wanting the crack high (huh?)
But we don't give a fuck, we just want the dough to stack high (That diego)
To the ceiling, oh what a feeling (Tryna blow!)
Tryna get cake like George from Beantown (Let's do it!)
Head outta state is how I seen town (9-5!)
You wouldn't believe the cake I see now (We ballin'!)
(talking)
See how simple that is motherfuckers?
It's Byrdgang
You know the slogan, we fly high
Dipset is the army motherfucker, then you got the marines, then you got the motherfuckin special forces, then you got the Goons
Which one of them you wanna get approached by?
Understand your motherfuckin place motherfucker
Dont get outta pocket cause we ain't no pool game
8 ball corner pocket bang
Tito rough in the building that why i love him smell me?
We like them blues brothers we keep them dark boys on
Could you see what we see?
All we see is green, but we still riding that five, it's eastside till we die
Byrdgang, wouldn't have it no other way
Good night ladies and gentlemen!

[Chorus: NOE]
Will you testify for half of the street
Or join in on a bloodbath in the street
Survive my nigga
If you wanna get up
Better get with the Byrdgang
(Repeat)