I Testify – Boosie Badazz: Στίχοι τραγουδιών, μουσικά βίντεο και συναυλίες

I Testify

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Hip-Hop/Rap

I Testify κυκλοφόρησε στις 15 Δεκεμβρίου 2017 από Atlantic/Trill ως μέρος του άλμπουμ BooPac

Λεπτομέρειες τραγουδιού

ΆλμπουμBooPac

Ημερομηνία κυκλοφορίας15 Δεκεμβρίου 2017

ΕτικέταAtlantic/Trill

ΓλώσσαEnglish

Μελωδικότητα

Ακουστικότητα

Βαλάνς

Χορευτικότητα

Ενέργεια

BPM179

ΕΠΙΣΚΌΠΗΣΗ

ΣΤΊΧΟΙ

Συντελεστές

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Boosie Badazz

Vocals

Mykel Cook pka MykelOnTheBeat

Mykel Cook pka MykelOnTheBeat

Programming

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Torence Hatch

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

John Grey

Mastering Engineer

A. Samir Urbina

A. Samir Urbina

Mixing Engineer

Mykel Cook pka MykelOnTheBeat

Mykel Cook pka MykelOnTheBeat

Producer

Στίχοι

[Verse 1]

I'm the voice for the people who can't speak

(Real shit) People wanna say what I say, but can't say it

But I say it for 'em

[Verse 2]

This is what's wrong, no love at home

(Ain't got no love in the household like there's supposed to be)

This is what's wrong, no jobs to work

(You don't give us no jobs to work)

This is what's wrong (We gon' sell drugs)

Too many lyin' in church, too many cryin' and hurt

Too many tryna lurch, we been hurtin' too long

I testify, I testify (I swear to tell the truth and nothin' but the truth, so help me)

I testify, I testify (I'ma give you the real, that's all I know, I promise)

I tell the truth, I hold my hand

I tell ya the feelings of every man in the sand

I tell you how they lost, lost and just don't understand

I talk for 'em, let me help you understand

[Verse 3]

You know how many people dead round this motherfucker?

People really scared round this motherfucker

If you don't find a program for the Mac and the Sam

They gon' grow up like Greg and his big brothers

**** tired of makin' music and they makin' money

**** spendin' money, but they makin' none

Now you're right back in front the stove, huh, cookin' those, huh?

Motherfucker, did I testify?

Too many mothers dead and cry, crazy then stayin' alive

Like Marvin Gaye said, shit, what's goin' on?

Police brutality, taxes they high

You lookin' dumb, like, what's goin' on?

I ain't hatin' on Trump, but I'm sayin' (I'm just sayin')

Don't spend no billions on some travel and some planes

We need that up in Flint

Better water, they was drinkin', it was dirty as the rain

Black people, man data left us in the rain

Shot us in the back when they saw our fuckin' heat

Got us on the crack, thought we couldn't shake that

We're on three strikes, fuck Bill Clinton

We in the hood tryna get it (Cold world)

College too high, most of the rich never went

So why do we strive?

You can have insurance, but they still won't pay the whole bill for ya

Wake up, this life too real for ya

[Verse 4]

This is what's wrong, no love at home (A lotta shit wrong, ain't no love)

This is what's wrong, no jobs to work (This what's wrong)

(Ain't nothin' for the kids to do, ain't nothin' for 'em to do)

This is what's wrong

Too many lyin' in church, too many cryin' and hurt

Too many tryna lurch, we been hurtin' too long

I testify, I testify (I swear to tell the truth and nothin' but the truth, so help me)

I testify, I testify (All I know is keepin' in a hundred, homies)

I tell the truth, I hold my hand

I tell ya the feelings of every man in the sand

I tell you how they lost, lost and just don't understand

I talk for 'em, let me help you understand

[Verse 5]

You know why the kids overweight, right?

'Cause all you let 'em do is play on that damn iPod

You don't let 'em run and play, like they used to do back in the day

So they never lose weight when they try hard

**** tellin' on they own boy

Got caught, go whip a cush

You should see the pussy (I testify)

**** said that he was hatin', so he ratted

That ain't why he ratted

Ratted 'cause the **** ain't gon' leave the pussy

Race wars, I don't wanna be a race car

Scared the fuck might get hit with a rape charge

'Cause a bitch tell a lie for a dollar bill

That be the same bitch that'll die for a dollar bill

That won't pay the teacher, but it'll pay the judge

Where the cure for diabetes, won't you give it up?

They'll never give it up

They don't wan' lose **** so they thinkin' 'bout the money

They don't give a fuck

I'm just tired of seein' wrong after wrong (I testify)

What I'm seein' with my eyes is a murder scene

White boy killed nine black people in a church

He was hungry, they gave that bitch Burger King

[Verse 6]

(South Carolina)

This is what's wrong, no love at home (A lotta shit wrong, ain't no love)

This is what's wrong, no jobs to work (This what's wrong)

(There ain't nothin' for the kids to do, ain't nothin' for 'em to do)

This is what's wrong

Too many lyin' in church, too many cryin' and hurt

Too many tryna lurch, we been hurtin' too long

I testify, I testify (I swear to tell the truth and nothin' but the truth, so help me)

I testify, I testify (All I know is keepin' in a hundred, homies)

I tell the truth, I hold my hand

I tell ya the feelings of every man in the sand

I tell you how they lost, lost and just don't understand

I talk for 'em, let me help you understand

I testify

[Verse 7]

No one's never truly happy

Lot of people smile to keep from cryin', like me

But no, we not happy with the police and they actions

And yes, we are somebody

Say thugs are nothin', but you don't understand

I do, don't wanna you

So I tell for you

Written by: Torence Hatch

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