Testament

Yo, a man dont got nothing to die for
Aint worth living, you know what Im sayin?
Yo, I do this shit for niggas in jail cells
Niggas on corners hustlin, you know what Im sayin ?
I do this shit from the heart, man
Yo, I write rhymes for Bemerz Rovers, overachievers
OGs and young thugs wanna hold heaters
One love, real niggas 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 testimonyll 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
Graffiti scriptured, my mind paints an easy picture
Analyze every line, my scene will vandalize
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 niggas know I keep the shit straight, yeah
Yeah, you know testaments
Its like uncut raw dope you know?
Bag this up, ship this to ever hood
Know what Im sayin son?
You pump this on your block
This is where I stand for my clientele you know?
Then after that we have em make distribution of this
Word
Yo, I need stacks of green, either rap or cracks to fiends
Its mad trife, I seen indictments 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
Weighin nothin on scale, nigga, you stay frontin me
I got plans like niggas who chop grams
See when I eat my niggas eat, you wouldnt understand
Im too real for you, what you dream I live and breathe
Which means, dont make me have to kill you
Play the game, see real niggas stay the same
Yall niggas 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 niggas
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
Graffiti filled testament
Yeah, motherfuckers to east to west
The money green on your side, the money green on my side
Lets get it, get it together, know what I mean?
Thats my testament, thats what I stand for, Im out