Try Me Songtext
von Junia-T

I ain′t got nothing to lose
I ain't got nothing to lose
So I ain′t losing none


I ain't a killer but don't push me
I got a couple cats with nothing to lose that′ll cook you
I wish a nigga would like a morning with no pussy
Straight up out that jungle, the woods, the bushes
I had to dig deep in my soul to find the words
Cause I can′t describe the pain to you if it don't hurt
A motherfucker try me today he gon′ learn
That if one body drop the world still gon' turn
And you′ll burn in the deepest of depths
I'm God-fearing, a wise man told me to speak from my chest
And now they hearing slugs on and that′s closed captioning
And read clearly, I'm very nice until a stranger get near me
Ain't nearly like half of these niggas, half cheerleaders
Half see and talk behind your back, half rear-eaters
Couldn′t care either, I′m on sight like a browser
I pull up really loud the bass jumping like Bowser
I crowd surf my block, my city love me like powder
Never crowd source for nothing, rather move powder
Money plus respect plus power equals blessed
Divide that with my squad minus my y'all keep the rest
I try to fool them buy my mama groceries to ease the stress
It′s cold in my city, don't make me have to heat your chest
Collecting and cutting the products up properly for the broccoli
Copy paste the hustle, I′m cropping out what's stopping me
Dropping they goose, farting on top of a cop′s property
And flipping never getting caught flopping
I'm probably the most top popping hip hopper slash moonwalker
Most stalking talked about motherfucker in your city though

I wish a nigga would try me though
I wish a, hey
Riding in my car, I wish a cop would try me
Riding down the block, I wish a nigga would try me
I wish a motherfucker would


Headphones on but my thumbs on the volume control
I hear you niggas, would never fear no nigga or cracker
Or Pakistani or Italian, Barney any gangster uncle or granny
I'll murder your whole family
Gold necklaces and gold Grammys on my checklists
Spit negligence, talk nigga shit, I′m a reference
Thick bitch full of estrogen for my preference
FTP tat on my belly for the questioning motherfuckers
From stepping in mud puddles, I shoveled my way up
Out the hills so I′m out of cares, giving no fucks
Let a nigga fucking live, I been through the shit
Kiss my ass and take a couple tears
I'm popping the champagne and giving fucking cheers
To another couple years, it′s eye for an eye
Real spit for your dutty ears, I wish a nigga would

I wish a nigga would try me though
I wish a cracker would try me though
Driving down the block, I wish a cop would try me
Walking through your spot, I wish a nigga would try me
I wish you would try me though