Try Me (feat. Nate Husser & STORRY)

I ain't a killer but don't push me
 I got a couple cats w nothin to lose that'll cook you
 I wish a nigga wood like a mornin with no pussy
 I'm 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 if the feelin don't hurt
 If a mother fcker 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 the chest
 Now they hear me
 Slugs on, that's closed captioning
 Read clearly I'm very
 Nice until a stranger get near me and nearly like
 Half these niggas, half cheerleaders
 Half see ya, talk behind ya back, half rear-eaters
 Couldn't care either, I'm on site
 Like a browser
 I pull up real loud, the bass jumping like bowser
 I crowd surf my block, my city love me like powder
 Never crowd sourced for nothin, rather move powder
 Money plus power plus respect equals blessed
 Divide that with my squad, minus mine, y'all can keep the rest
 I chop the food and buy my momma groceries to ease the stress
 It's cold in my city, don't make me have to heat ya chest
 Collectin and, cuttin the product up properly for the broccoli
 Copy paste the hustle in croppin out what's stoppin
 me, droppin a deuce, fartin on top of a cop's property
 I'm flippin, never gettin. Caught flopping in prolly the most
 Top poppin hip hopper slash moonwalker
 Most stalked and talkd about muhhfcka in ya city tho
 (Hook)
 I wish a nigga would try me tho
 Wish a nigga...
 Hey, ridin down tha block I wish a coppa would try me
 Walkin thru ya spot a wish a nigga would try me
 I wish a nigga would try me tho
 Headphones on but my thumbs in the volume control I hear u niggas
 Will never for no nigga or cracker or pakistani or Italian bargnani
 Gangsta uncle or granny
 I'll murder ya whole family
 Gold necklaces and gold grammys
 Checklists
 Spit negligence
 Tlk nigga Sht I'm a reference
 Thick bitch fulla estrogen for my preference
 FTP tat on my belly for the questioning
 Mutchafckas
 From steppin in mud puddles
 I shoveled my way up outta hell
 So I'm outta cares and fucks to give
 Letta nigga fkn live
 I done been thru the fkn Sht
 Wipe my ass a cup for tears
 Pop this champagne and cheers to another couple years
 Not the couple type less it's i plus a couple bitches
 Eye for eye and real spit for your dutty ears
 (Hook)