Quando Rondo, OMB Peezy - Testimony lyrics

Tyquian Terrel Bowman

LeParis Kentae Dade Sr.

[Quando Rondo, OMB Peezy - Testimony lyrics]

It's just the life before fame
It's just the life before fame
Na na na, na na, na na, ayy, ayy
Quando Rondo nigga

My mama ask me how it feel
To be in this position to be honest mama
I swear that this just the beginning
Then she said baby don't you stop
'til you at the finish
Don't forget you came a long
Way from them trenches
Preach to 'em like a reverend
Make them niggas listen
This my testimony, can I get a witness?
These niggas so phony
They ain't really with me
These bitches so phony, they
Ain't really with me, yeah

See I came from a city, a lot of blood
Lot of sixties a lot of AK's and glizzys
A lot of Pampers be shitty
I'm from where they don't show no pity
A lot of shooting and killin'
See off the drugs they be trippin'
Swear all my life I been crippin'
Niggas be killin' 'bout bitches and
Killers turnin' to snitches
Sho lost his life to the system
Good niggas always fall victim
These niggas snakes filled with venom
Plenty nights we ain't had dinner
Pistol tucked tight in my denims
Rabbit lost his life just last winter
You see like nowadays real and
Fake don't get seperated
Charges in another county pending
I'm still fighting cases
They say I changed up
Once I came up I just elevated
I was full of pain bruh
I fuck around and fell in love with jadin'
If we ain't beefin' 'bout no
Money we ain't beefin', life is too short
We want all the smoke bitch, like a Newport
Just like a Newport, yeah yeah

My mama ask me how it feel
To be in this position to be honest mama
I swear that this just the beginning
Then she said baby don't you stop
'til you at the finish
Don't forget you came a long
Way from them trenches
Preach to 'em like a reverend
Make them niggas listen
This my testimony, can I get a witness?
These niggas so phony
They ain't really with me
These bitches so phony, they
Ain't really with me, yeah

Peezy, oh, no they ain't really with me
Keep my pistol inches from my hand
I know they out to get me
Robbin' niggas just to feed my family
Now they out to kill me
Dirty world, especially where I roam
Man this shit get filthy
Sorry it's hard to be friendly
My cousin got killed by his friend
I'm not a killer but don't push me
I hit your block in that van
Gave him an offer and he took it
Now he tellin' on his best man
He was hard in the street shit
Now he tellin' on the stand
People keep asking me how it feel
To be in this position
I like the money but the fame could leave
Shit I ain't trippin'
Five point seven fillin' up my FN
So I ain't slippin' try to take somethin'
I'ma shake somethin' and leave
Your body drippin my mama ask me how I feel
I say a lot done changed
Everything different but the pain
Yeah that's gon' stay the same
Mama keep askin' me how I feel
I say a lot done changed
Everything different but the pain

My mama ask me how it feel
To be in this position to be honest mama
I swear that this just the beginning
Then she said baby don't you stop
'til you at the finish
Don't forget you came a long
Way from them trenches
Preach to 'em like a reverend
Make them niggas listen
This my testimony, can I get a witness?
These niggas so phony
They ain't really with me
These bitches so phony, they
Ain't really with me, yeah
This my testimony, can I get a witness?
These bitches so phony, they
Ain't really with me, yeah

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