"First Testament" lyrics
(Brandin Blanco)
Oowee
Oowee
Mhm
It's real life
I can't make this shit up
It's funny how them niggas act like they ain't wanna be us
Or better yet, them niggas act like they ain't even see us
But drunk the sauce like margaritas
I been the teacher
Emerged out the water with so many leeches
I wish my mama told me, outside, it'd be so many creatures
Thought it was fun
To run around my city shooting guns
Until I got that charge and a judge offered me forty-one
Thought I was done
Thought I would never see my daughter or son
I thought I'd never come outside again and feel the sunrays
All because I was bangin' my set, lettin' my gun blaze
I used to follow niggas from church, I banged on Sundays
And then I went to the pen and seen swords made out of lunch trays
When that riot fire off, it ain't nowhere for you to run, man
Ain't no callin' mama
Ain't no grabbin' Glocks and squeezin' llamas
Lil' nigga swingin' with his eyes closed, he tryna keep his honor
For the race of commas, I seen so many kings leave up off this Earth
Lil' buddy done died up in that tide, he was just tryna surf
His sister hurt
She got that phone call leavin' off of work
Her brother got shot walkin' out of Webster tryna buy a shirt
Her soul reversed
She was just there with him, she bought a purse
It was just good some days ago, now lil' buddy need a hearse
She ain't know lil' buddy was out here schemin' first
How you think he had that money to be ballin' up in Neiman's first?
These streets the worst
In real life, have you ever seen the curse?
Well, be a Black man in America, we fight the demons first
I sleeped in dirt
Way before I ever slept in these Diesel shirts
Way before a bitch ever paid me to flirt, my G's was earned, my trees was burnt
It wasn't no green up in my forest, nigga
A lot of bears, never no porridge, nigga
The whorest niggas could never make it
My name the biggest and they could never take it
I'm the nigga makin' them millions from gettin' that devil naked
I had to break it
For all the eggs, you niggas can keep the bacon
Pointin' in that courtroom with your knees shakin'
Snakin'
Oowee
Oowee
You niggas hoes, nigga
For real
For shit sure
On sauce
Oowee
Oowee
Mhm
It's real life
I can't make this shit up
It's funny how them niggas act like they ain't wanna be us
Or better yet, them niggas act like they ain't even see us
But drunk the sauce like margaritas
I been the teacher
Emerged out the water with so many leeches
I wish my mama told me, outside, it'd be so many creatures
Thought it was fun
To run around my city shooting guns
Until I got that charge and a judge offered me forty-one
Thought I was done
Thought I would never see my daughter or son
I thought I'd never come outside again and feel the sunrays
All because I was bangin' my set, lettin' my gun blaze
I used to follow niggas from church, I banged on Sundays
And then I went to the pen and seen swords made out of lunch trays
When that riot fire off, it ain't nowhere for you to run, man
Ain't no callin' mama
Ain't no grabbin' Glocks and squeezin' llamas
Lil' nigga swingin' with his eyes closed, he tryna keep his honor
For the race of commas, I seen so many kings leave up off this Earth
Lil' buddy done died up in that tide, he was just tryna surf
His sister hurt
She got that phone call leavin' off of work
Her brother got shot walkin' out of Webster tryna buy a shirt
Her soul reversed
She was just there with him, she bought a purse
It was just good some days ago, now lil' buddy need a hearse
She ain't know lil' buddy was out here schemin' first
How you think he had that money to be ballin' up in Neiman's first?
These streets the worst
In real life, have you ever seen the curse?
Well, be a Black man in America, we fight the demons first
I sleeped in dirt
Way before I ever slept in these Diesel shirts
Way before a bitch ever paid me to flirt, my G's was earned, my trees was burnt
It wasn't no green up in my forest, nigga
A lot of bears, never no porridge, nigga
The whorest niggas could never make it
My name the biggest and they could never take it
I'm the nigga makin' them millions from gettin' that devil naked
I had to break it
For all the eggs, you niggas can keep the bacon
Pointin' in that courtroom with your knees shakin'
Snakin'
Oowee
Oowee
You niggas hoes, nigga
For real
For shit sure
On sauce
Writer(s): Brandon White, Albert Mondane
