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Jaywall - Testimony Lyrics



Jaywall - Testimony Lyrics
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Dear momma
You know I'm still tryna find my way
And when I leave the crib you begging me to stay safe
Hold my own
Whenever I need guidance you be right there by your phone
Never switching up
I was on my last you told my Jaywall you can't give it up
I was on my last you told me Jaywall you can't bleed out
Had me into sports but fell victim to the streets still
Shit who knew life would be this steep hill
Yeah
Shit who knew life would be this hard for me
I got all this weight that's pushing down feel like it's all on me
Yeah
I see you crying momma dry your tears
I been in that gym for so damn long i doubt they'll ball on me
Ohhh
Tommy draws you use to buy me now it's big Ralph
Can't wait to put you in a palace this ain't no rented house
LA crib in ATL look like it's Kim pad
And to my brother you know I was always like a second dad
Cause we was all we had
So if I had lil bread I split it down the middle
And if I thought you game you always grabbed your pencil
Cause it was many times where we ain't have it nigga
I told you stay down for it, don't be a crash nigga
I told you see the future, don't chase the pass nigga
And now we got them AP's catch the flash nigga
And when we see them old heads we tip they hats nigga
Yeah
Oh
But I, still tear up they block just like i'm John Wick
CDL said chill cause they ain't on shit
And she like
Can I grant you wishes I feel like Timmy Turner
And she like
All she want is Louie, ain't tryna be your burden
And mom be like you really push your pen
I know she proud cause right before this I was pushing hens
Right there when the feens on me
Only sold that doja cat, and you ain't catching beans on me
Give a nigga power like a windmill
Maybach jumping off the hinge
We far from meeting ends still
Blocking off that traffic coming through just like a fireman
Cooking all these niggas f*ck a skillet, I'm on that frying pan
Bad spanish bitch with a fire tan
She on her picky vibes
When I pull up it got stars in it, she let me slip and slide
Cut out that Fendi pride cause this the Don Dada
And every time you with me I got 20 long shottas
And they treat me like a Ford truck, the way i'm built to last
Custom made the AMG the dealer, damn near built the class
Yeah
Wide body everything
Married to the music I might, buy this bitch a wedding ring
Married to the music she like, oh you on the better things
Act like we ain't made for it
Act like we ain't stay down for two years but we still prayed for it
No chapel pillow how they slept on us but we still stayed for it
Now we on they frontal every time we make em pay for it
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English

Dear momma
You know I'm still tryna find my way
And when I leave the crib you begging me to stay safe
Hold my own
Whenever I need guidance you be right there by your phone
Never switching up
I was on my last you told my Jaywall you can't give it up
I was on my last you told me Jaywall you can't bleed out
Had me into sports but fell victim to the streets still
Shit who knew life would be this steep hill
Yeah
Shit who knew life would be this hard for me
I got all this weight that's pushing down feel like it's all on me
Yeah
I see you crying momma dry your tears
I been in that gym for so damn long i doubt they'll ball on me
Ohhh
Tommy draws you use to buy me now it's big Ralph
Can't wait to put you in a palace this ain't no rented house
LA crib in ATL look like it's Kim pad
And to my brother you know I was always like a second dad
Cause we was all we had
So if I had lil bread I split it down the middle
And if I thought you game you always grabbed your pencil
Cause it was many times where we ain't have it nigga
I told you stay down for it, don't be a crash nigga
I told you see the future, don't chase the pass nigga
And now we got them AP's catch the flash nigga
And when we see them old heads we tip they hats nigga
Yeah
Oh
But I, still tear up they block just like i'm John Wick
CDL said chill cause they ain't on shit
And she like
Can I grant you wishes I feel like Timmy Turner
And she like
All she want is Louie, ain't tryna be your burden
And mom be like you really push your pen
I know she proud cause right before this I was pushing hens
Right there when the feens on me
Only sold that doja cat, and you ain't catching beans on me
Give a nigga power like a windmill
Maybach jumping off the hinge
We far from meeting ends still
Blocking off that traffic coming through just like a fireman
Cooking all these niggas f*ck a skillet, I'm on that frying pan
Bad spanish bitch with a fire tan
She on her picky vibes
When I pull up it got stars in it, she let me slip and slide
Cut out that Fendi pride cause this the Don Dada
And every time you with me I got 20 long shottas
And they treat me like a Ford truck, the way i'm built to last
Custom made the AMG the dealer, damn near built the class
Yeah
Wide body everything
Married to the music I might, buy this bitch a wedding ring
Married to the music she like, oh you on the better things
Act like we ain't made for it
Act like we ain't stay down for two years but we still prayed for it
No chapel pillow how they slept on us but we still stayed for it
Now we on they frontal every time we make em pay for it
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Writer: Jaylen Wallace
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Performed By: Jaywall
Language: English
Length: 2:57
Written by: Jaylen Wallace
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