Testify The LOX

[Chorus]
New York nigga with the burner, all this you can tell we don't play
Gettin' high smoking weed having fun foggin' up the hallway
Lord I, testify
I ain't gonna go my homey had to die
Plus I know what kind of nigga he was
You can't scrap with him
If you beat him up you better come back and get him
I'm sorry lord for my sins
(I'm sorry)
They don't say much but pray for my friends
Homey do we get money get high
Pop bottles next day we do the same shit again
Lord I, testify

[Verse 1: Styles P]
I expect to die, I get extra high
Till I'm next to Thai, till I lounge with G
Till I step with pops, I grown greens too
I gon' need the Telsa drop
(lord I testify)
Fuck the forgive if thе hood don't connect the dots
Drinking brown & champagne
So wе lost what we started
Form daily departed please bless the block
Let my niggas see billions teach prayers to their children
Insha'Allah you please bless the Akhs
(testify)
And I'm sorry lord for my sins
Open my third eye focus my lens
I don't do religion but I pray for my friends
Lord I testify