testament

Yo a man dont got nothing to die for aint worth living youknowhatImsayin?
Yo I do this shit for niggaz in jail cells, niggaz on the corners hustlin
You knowhat Im sayin?
I do this shit from the heart man
Yo I write rhymes for Beemers, Rovers overachievers
O.G.s and young thugs wanna hold heaters
One love real niggaz not gettin out to make a deal nigga
I leave a nigga head numb like Bill Snivers
Figure me out my duns pillin Infinities out
Im on some real shit blowin my enemies out
If theres a thrown touchin it I dont condone
Pocket Biggie rule forever dont get it confused, never
My testamony will be death to a phoney MC
You wanna impress me show me a key
Or I suggest we manifest this a drug deal test
Put your coke in the water solidify the rest yeah
Never question this poetry Im manifestin this
Graffitti scriptured my mind paints an easy picture
Analyse every line my scene will vandalise
Mega Montana handle mine yo at night I use to fantasize
Triple beam scheme banana five yo my pen keep the plan alive
I went from misdate to big H my niggaz know I keep the shit straight
Yeah ya know testaments its like uncuut raw dope you know?
Bag this up ship this to ever hood knowhatImsayin son?
You pump this on your block this is where I stand for my clientel you know?
Then after that we have em make distribution off this, word
Yo I need stacks of green either rap or cracks to fiends
It's mad trife I seen enditments trap my team
Yo deep thoughts supreme courts decievin me
Trapped in the belly like the beast was conceiving me
Thug status yo son Im above average
When its time for you to die does love matter?
You aint sharing nothing payin that and on bail weighing nothing on scale
Nigga you stay frontin me I got plans like niggaz who chop grams
See when I eat my niggaz eat
See you wouldnt understand Im too real for you
What you dream I live and breath which means
Dont make me have to kill you play the game
See real niggaz stay the same
Yall niggaz scarred to play our change
Cause yall forgot the streets where ya came
Shit is real yeah my words sound forbidden still
I write lines for niggaz still I wipe dimes who livin ill
I represent excellence my minds and I my third eye a extra clip yet to spit
So never questioned it poetry Im manifestin it
Graffitti filled testament
Yeah motherfuckers to East to West
The money green on your side the money green on my side (ha ha)
Lets get it, get it together, knahmean? Thats my testament
Thats what I stand for
Im out