The Best Testo

Man's the nicest
Old school nigga that bangs devices
She's telling me I've got handsomitis
And thanks for the invite, man's delighted
Got the gangster license
You can get in cheap, those handsome prices
They will never know just how gangster life is
Like little young niggas holding shanks in ISIS
Yeah, man's finished
You think it's all funny till a man's in it Them niggas locked down got you on the phone
And you ain't tryna waste up all a man's minutes
And niggas banging out, moving mad silly
I 'member feeling pissed when they bagged Jimmy
The amount of times I've seen my friends
Laying on the floor, dead, chills, mad chilly
So I clank some glasses cause
Man's still standing here thanks to Marcus and
Man ain't like all these wank-dead artists
Cause to get where they got, they had to spank some arses
Man just get up and a man just marches
Man just set up and a man surpasses
Man pear tree it so I brang the partridge
Wanted jewels from the garden so ran to Clarky's
They already know, man's in it
I bag shh and I bag thingy
Fat philly, had to drop it out
Couldn't have my little son like "dad, bring me"
Sad singing
MAC ringing and the strap spinning I'm back, billing round the back, chilling
I go hard on the wack grilling
The stretched arms for the fat bringing
It gets dark when the MAC's swinging
The crack breddas and the cat women
But rap's got me round the back swimming
It's that nigga, nigga, rap's in him
Tap niggas out and back pin him
Get your figures out and back bend it
Stick your finger out and man, sing it


The last ones left
Always kept it real, that's why the rats are vexed
Always kept the steel in case they have to step
And straight back out the ting and put a cat to rest
But they love us because we rap the best
And they know that man are trill the way we get mad respect