Rowdy Rebel - Gangsta Testimony lyrics
Chad Marshall [East Flatbush, Brooklyn. USA.] - GS9 -
[Rowdy Rebel - Gangsta Testimony lyrics]
Huh? (Brr)
Before I had my bucks up
When I was fucked up
Before this rap shit saved me
And a nigga lucked up
They wasn't checkin' for me, huh, real rap
No kizzy (Jordan produced it)
That was a lesson for me (Huh?)
Better yet, that was a blessin' for me
(That was a blessin' for me)
'Cause less friends, less stressin' for me
(Less stressin' for me)
Less sweat, that's less pressure on me
(That's less pressure on me)
But still ridе around with that weapon on me
(Grrt) this my gangster tеstimony (Baow)
Tell the truth behind my life, for real
And if they bend the corner, though I wait
(Skrrt) how they might kill
You know that it's on sight still
Lil' bro stressin' mom dukes can't
Pay the light bill
(Can't pay the light bill)
So he just poppin' Percs to
Go to sleep, like, fuck the NyQuil
(Like, fuck the NyQuill)
Everyday trappin', back to back
'member them nights still?
Before I could buy a bitch a bag
Knowin' that I might kill
Now I go and get the bitch
A bag with some nice heels
(yeah, I go get it)
Just to find out the bitch was bad
But her light kill
(Boy, she was trash, nigga)
Damn, just another lesson learned
(Just another lesson learned)
Another bitch feelin' hurt
(Bitch feelin' hurt)
Another player get his turn
That's just how the world go 'round
(That's just how it go 'round)
Merry-go-round, whatever go up, huh
Must come down (It must come down)
Now I'm on top
Feelin' like niggas beneath me (For real)
Young gunner in the game
But won't let them Chrissy Neith me
(Not at all)
I told 'em "Take it easy" (Take it easy)
But niggas ain't believe me
(They ain't believe me)
Now this AP on my wrist
Shit look like it's Fiji (Huh?)
Water, nigga (Water, nigga) , it cost two
Quarters, nigga (Cost two quarters, nigga)
'Member the times a nigga couldn't afford it
Nigga
Now my wrist look gorgeous, nigga (Huh?)
Drop top, wish we Porsche a nigga (Skrrt)
Fat nigga with money, but I ain't ugly
Like that Porsche nigga (For real)
Uh, I'm tryna run up these mils
(Tryna run up these mils)
Fuck buyin' a Rollie, go get my homie appeals
Because for all of this money and
Before all of these deals
(Before all of these deals)
We was fucked up and hungry
We had to spit on our meals (For real)
Don't let that go over your head
(Go over your head) grew up in the trenches
Had no butter on my bread
(Had no butter on my bread)
Cock it with extensions
We had one up in the head (Grrt)
2014, who knew that I'd be duckin' feds
(Damn) life up on the edge (Shit)
Crackers on the scene
So he ain't get the time to flag (Skrrt)
Only salute to the Gs
The only allegiance that I pledge
My lil' homie
He be tweakin' when he ain't takin' his meds
(He be tweakin')
Had a shootout on the dick and
They had money on his head
But I told my youngin
"Chill before you end up out here dead"
(For real) but he looked me in my eyes
Told me he already made up his bed
(For real)
Before I had my bucks up (Huh?)
When I was fucked up (When I was what?)
Before this rap shit saved me
And a nigga lucked up (And he what?)
They wasn't checkin' for me (They wasn't)
That was a lesson for me (Huh?)
That was a blessin' for me
No more stressin' for me, 'kay (Uh)
(Jordan produced it)
Before I had my bucks up
When I was fucked up
Before this rap shit saved me
And a nigga lucked up
They wasn't checkin' for me, huh, real rap
No kizzy (Jordan produced it)
That was a lesson for me (Huh?)
Better yet, that was a blessin' for me
(That was a blessin' for me)
'Cause less friends, less stressin' for me
(Less stressin' for me)
Less sweat, that's less pressure on me
(That's less pressure on me)
But still ridе around with that weapon on me
(Grrt) this my gangster tеstimony (Baow)
Tell the truth behind my life, for real
And if they bend the corner, though I wait
(Skrrt) how they might kill
You know that it's on sight still
Lil' bro stressin' mom dukes can't
Pay the light bill
(Can't pay the light bill)
So he just poppin' Percs to
Go to sleep, like, fuck the NyQuil
(Like, fuck the NyQuill)
Everyday trappin', back to back
'member them nights still?
Before I could buy a bitch a bag
Knowin' that I might kill
Now I go and get the bitch
A bag with some nice heels
(yeah, I go get it)
Just to find out the bitch was bad
But her light kill
(Boy, she was trash, nigga)
Damn, just another lesson learned
(Just another lesson learned)
Another bitch feelin' hurt
(Bitch feelin' hurt)
Another player get his turn
That's just how the world go 'round
(That's just how it go 'round)
Merry-go-round, whatever go up, huh
Must come down (It must come down)
Now I'm on top
Feelin' like niggas beneath me (For real)
Young gunner in the game
But won't let them Chrissy Neith me
(Not at all)
I told 'em "Take it easy" (Take it easy)
But niggas ain't believe me
(They ain't believe me)
Now this AP on my wrist
Shit look like it's Fiji (Huh?)
Water, nigga (Water, nigga) , it cost two
Quarters, nigga (Cost two quarters, nigga)
'Member the times a nigga couldn't afford it
Nigga
Now my wrist look gorgeous, nigga (Huh?)
Drop top, wish we Porsche a nigga (Skrrt)
Fat nigga with money, but I ain't ugly
Like that Porsche nigga (For real)
Uh, I'm tryna run up these mils
(Tryna run up these mils)
Fuck buyin' a Rollie, go get my homie appeals
Because for all of this money and
Before all of these deals
(Before all of these deals)
We was fucked up and hungry
We had to spit on our meals (For real)
Don't let that go over your head
(Go over your head) grew up in the trenches
Had no butter on my bread
(Had no butter on my bread)
Cock it with extensions
We had one up in the head (Grrt)
2014, who knew that I'd be duckin' feds
(Damn) life up on the edge (Shit)
Crackers on the scene
So he ain't get the time to flag (Skrrt)
Only salute to the Gs
The only allegiance that I pledge
My lil' homie
He be tweakin' when he ain't takin' his meds
(He be tweakin')
Had a shootout on the dick and
They had money on his head
But I told my youngin
"Chill before you end up out here dead"
(For real) but he looked me in my eyes
Told me he already made up his bed
(For real)
Before I had my bucks up (Huh?)
When I was fucked up (When I was what?)
Before this rap shit saved me
And a nigga lucked up (And he what?)
They wasn't checkin' for me (They wasn't)
That was a lesson for me (Huh?)
That was a blessin' for me
No more stressin' for me, 'kay (Uh)
(Jordan produced it)