Testify - Jim Jones, Max B, 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

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

Hook

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

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

Hook

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

So as a G I’m ashamed

But I just put the racks with the skis on the Range

And I dropped 50 stacks to put the piece on the chain

See I jumped knee-deep in the game

Cuz I don’t need it like (naw, mu’fucka)

Cuz I don’t wanna fry (nope)

Byrdgang, big Coupes is what we wanna ride

G5s, big planes is what we wanna fly

All that plus honor our pride

Without that fuck it, well fuck it, you rather die

So all my life I just wanted a chance

But I’m still running around with the gun in my pants

The vest on daily

Why you eatin Chow, up in the mess all fairly

I try to tell the game that it’s best y’all kill me

Momma told me slow up cuz the stress gon' kill me

Cuz they ain’t loving you

Naw, they just loving the bad guy

They don’t give a fuck, they just wanting the crack high

But we don’t give a fuck, we just want the dough to stack high

To the ceiling, oh what a feeling

Tryna get cake like George from Beantown

Head outta state is how I seen town

You wouldn’t believe the cake I see now

Hook