Would I water down my testimony
If you know what I did with the homies
Would you think that I still talk to God
If you knew that homegirl let me slide
I hear voices and they're talking to me
And this one in particular is begging
And I'll grant you the desires
That I know your heart seeks
Of Beyoncé's favorite mixture
My mind holds endless pictures
Of women on ceiling fixtures
I might show her how my wrist works
Aight, I'll tip her chill.
Don't really want to but let's talk about it.
I mean we call ourselves kings and queens,
But man I'm goin keep it a buck with ya
Sometimes I ponder what them words mean
I got memories to show for it
No need to come forward nah
And I pen with such discretion
Don't have to that's just my preference
Write it at all until it burns
And give a usher my confession
Left my brother's all forsaken
But this memory impressive
And this flow is so eclectic.
Yo this year has been a trip
So it's true yea I feel depression
Got my crew off in your church
In pews like this our turn up section
Cuz this passion for the Christ
Has made is new lethal weapons
Let's not get ahead then.
If I took a step to break the mold
Would you trust my character and such
If you heard I fired up a Dutch
Would I water down my testimony
If you know what I did with the homies
Would you think that I still talk to God
If you knew that homegirl let me slide