Testament

(album: Quality Control: Control The Streets, Vol. 2 - 2019)

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My mom call me crying, say she barely know me no more and I tell her I'm sorry
I'm addicted to working, I'm prolly recording or busting a move when you call me
I gotta do better but I got so many people and they all leaning on me, ayy
Way that you saw me, I swear that you awe me and everybody on the chart
Did a song with Lil Baby, I went to the hood, shot the video right in the trenches
Had a Glock on my hip, like I missed my due date, you know I gotta keep an extension
It's QC for life, but until I get right, I'm just grinding and keeping my distance
So much food on the table but won't grab a plate until I do my thing in the kitchen
If I hit yo' bitch from the back then that's a collision
Hit and run, I take off then I go missing
I'ma OG like Parker, first one seen the vision, yeah
And you're from Miami, you're scamming the pen
And my rims is awesome, Forgiatos, they tempt me
Me and Yachty don't really talk much 'cause we different
But for you, I pull that pistol out in a second
Keep a nine, just like Marla, you might end up missing (Missing)
Might end up missing, I bought my bitch a Chloe bag and some Christians
Hope she never catch me cheating like Tristan
Gotta stay strapped like he's cooking the tip
That bitch ass fake, but it look realistic
I don't take meds no more, bitch, I'm holistic
I drop my gun on a rapper, artistic
I got that money, it's dumb, it's autistic
Gotta put people on, gotta keep flipping
Really to me, that's the only statistic that you should care about
Empire building and you cannot tear it down
If you got problems then we find your whereabouts
Like we hot boxing, you know we gon' air it out (Yeah)
Like we hot boxing, you know we gon' air it out, air it out, yeah
Used to love me, but you judge me like Aaron now (That's deep)
You used to listen but you 'bout to hear it now (Wow)
You won't even hear me out, that fuck shit get canceled out
We was both on the road to the money, you mad at me 'cause I took better routes
Shout out to P, feel like I won a Grammy the night that you gave me my chain
We got a lot in common 'cause we both know what it's like being betrayed
I see that shit that you going through, sometimes it make me afraid of the fame
But it's the life that I chose so there's really no one but myself I could blame
Before the deal, I had 3400 dollars to my name (Me)
Gave you a place you could sleep, gave you clothes you could wear and put food on your plate (You)
When you was fighting the charge, who was the one that made sure your lawyer was paid? (Me)
Now you're writing statements 'bout me, I swear to God, I think about that shit every day (You)
Who was the person you called when you got into beef and you needed it handled? (Me)
Who used to wait so you could get a deal and when they got a deal they gon' cancel? (You)
Who was the one that you called when you had a gun pointed to your head in Atlanta? (Me)
Look what you've done, all your day ones, you burnt them all like a candle (You)
Who got they dollars up? (Me)
Who losing followers? (You)
Who took care of all of us? (Me)
Who could we never trust? (You)
Who's the one gave you the help? (Me)
Who signed a deal and got shelved? (You)
Who would write all of your lyrics? (Me)
Who was a muhfucking parrot? (You)
Who picked you up from the hospital? (Me)
Who's fucking parents was dodging 'em? (You)
Who introduced you to Hodge and 'em? (Me)
Who got a crew with the flaws in 'em? (You)
Who's chain is VVS diamonds? (Me)
Who's shine is fake and they lyin'? (You)
Who could make hits without tryin'? (Me)
Who left the studio cryin'? (You)