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testimony - luh soldier lyrics

[intro]
testimony to the streets, i’m tryna make it happen
i’m tryna make it happen, i’m tryna

[verse 1]
woke up this morning, brushed my t–th, lil’ bro pulled up in a magnum
he want that work, i’m tryna see like if i’m really gon’ tax him
i cut the price, he gon’ come back so i can move like a phantom
and if you trappin’, you’ll relate, luh soldier makin’ an anthem
finesse and elevate, lil’ n-gga, motivation for hustle
say how you really hang with squares, lil’ boy, you know they some busters
i spit the truth and that’s a fact, it ain’t no cap in my campaign
i pray i stay afloat, these n-ggas just tryna maintain
stop tryna double back and get money, you n-ggas trippin’ bad
i’m sleepin’ with my pistol for n-ggas that wanna do me bad
i know them boys been watchin’ but f-ck it, we gotta get it gone
if you ain’t ’bout no money then why the f-ck would you hit my phone?
why these n-ggas flodgin’? i’m tryna see why they wanna cap
you know we not on terms, when i catch you, ain’t finna give you dap
don’t think just ’cause i rap i won’t pop up, i do my own dirt
you n-ggas takin’ up for a n-gga, go get your own work

[chorus]
testimony to the streets, i wanna make it happen
who ’bout that action? where your profit, dawg? who really trappin’?
testimony to the streets, i did this for the trappers
pick up the scale, turn on your flip, ’cause this your f-ckin’ anthem
testimony to the streets, i wanna make it happen
who ’bout that action? where your profit, dawg? who really trappin’?
testimony to the streets, i did this for the trappers
pick up the scale, turn on your flip, ’cause this your f-ckin’ anthem

[verse 2]
money is the motive, lil’ n-gga, i’m tryna tell you now
if you ain’t got no money, then listen, it’s time to figure out
you say you got a hustle, well let me know when you’re makin’ money
cappin’ for these hoes, reality, these n-ggas really bummy
didn’t have no mil’, i had a pistol and a dream
didn’t have no dollar to my name, i had to pull a couple screens
i’m in that mode, i feel like gucci back in ’04
i’m trappin’ out of state, all through la, f-ckin’ with lonzo, i ain’t no laker
if anything, b-tch, i’m a pacer
got folks in indiana, touch the package, we gon’ face you, end of discussion
i never was a stand up kid, i sit and mind my business
i feel like ace, i ain’t for sure, no need for f-ckin’ witness
codefendant was your partner but he pulled your card
these n-ggas p-ssy, who gon’ step? ’cause i’ma stomp the yard
came out the trap, ain’t tryna sleep, it ain’t no need for beds
feelin’ like gucci, b-tch, i’m juggin’, tryna bust your head

- luh soldier lyrics

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