Testimony

Oh lord, oh lord, that's my testimony
Thought things get serious, you stilll think it's funny
I know the end is near
Please don't think about that
Make sure the way is clear
Cus they're some traps and rats
Death watchin you from the hell
Noise reverb in your head like bells
Watch out stay away from my block
Or you gon make me pull up my Glock
Welcome to my funeral testimony
Intro to the mixtape
Sur that you gon like it
I'm feeling like pac
At the wrong side of the car
Feelin like some lame hittas want me to be down

Most of your homies are lame
Riding with my niggas we rollin on the fame
I don't give a fuck all i want is making moolah
If i gotta do it, i may put my finger on the trigga

Touchdown, H-town
I run i'm in the end zone
Rounf the town you get drown
You finish in the friendzone
Young man, superpowers
You think i'm cookin flowers
Murder in your shower
My squad gon pop in a hour
The war is declared
All your homies get scared
On the back of a horse, you see me pull up with a spear
6 bullets in the barrell
I'm on antoher level
Control you like the devil
Getting blind, dardevil

All of these haters came down
They don't wanna see me go up
I'm swervin my kingdom, i got the crown
Pour some lean in my sprite in my double cup
All of them haters want play me
I don't give a fuck
Cus i'mma soldier
You're further
I know you won't pull the trigger
Cus you a fag, like the others
I'm like a plague, call me daplug
Your father, your sister, your daughter
I'mma Killer