Try Me
I'm still rappin, I got no deal
35 a P, this bitch got no smell
Ever since I locked in wit' tha plug, this shit been uphill
I just call from my old lady, she got mo' pills
And I was trippin' crazy, I been chillin' lately
Keep some killas in my car, if shit get activated
I feel like I'm the one who made me, I'm the one who saved me
My lil nigga eatin charges, he is not to play wit'
They like Myles what you on?
Shit, I been on the same shit
JJ fixin' up them cars, Raymond on the same shit
YBF come pull up on me, Let's get high wit' A3
J Will upped his tolerance, shit we might have to take 3
And we gon' push up on the south, but just to fuck wit' Niko
If a nigga look at Alan wrong, roll down the window
Prolly couldn't see my face, Mari benz got limo tint
I just keep on throwin' 6, imma keep the candle lit
Imma keep on talkin' shit, til' my death date
I just walked up out the stu, like my breath stank
Shorty came to me wit' ass, now her breast fake
Lil' nigga never went to class, now his wrist bling
He just want the money fast, he got dope dreams
His momma always on his ass, cus' he smoke weed
Fuck it, he ain't comin' back, in the trap wit' the dope fiends
I might come to sac, just to rap, shout out OT
Shorty pay the Don, say she know Dreez
And I done broke her back, now she won't leave
I'm like take me to my cell, cus I ain't see nothin
City on my dick, thought I wouldn't be nothin
But here I am, wit' niggas on my head, labels comin' after me
Nigga touch my brother, sit for 20 happily
Ceiling wit no limit, I might sign to Master P
I hope I can buy my momma crib before the Police tackle me
Fore' they shackle me, They harrassin' me
They used to laugh at me, now they blow my phone to rap for me
Aye, I don't even talk, Kayda clap for me
Aye, made her take a walk, bring it back to me
I been chillin' on the weed, gotta black wit me
Betta watch out for your back, fore' they stab on it
Lil' bro say he couldn't see, I threw the flash on it
I tried to leave it in the past, but I'm back on it
Try me, you gon' end up wit' no teeth like the last homie
35 a P, this bitch got no smell
Ever since I locked in wit' tha plug, this shit been uphill
I just call from my old lady, she got mo' pills
And I was trippin' crazy, I been chillin' lately
Keep some killas in my car, if shit get activated
I feel like I'm the one who made me, I'm the one who saved me
My lil nigga eatin charges, he is not to play wit'
They like Myles what you on?
Shit, I been on the same shit
JJ fixin' up them cars, Raymond on the same shit
YBF come pull up on me, Let's get high wit' A3
J Will upped his tolerance, shit we might have to take 3
And we gon' push up on the south, but just to fuck wit' Niko
If a nigga look at Alan wrong, roll down the window
Prolly couldn't see my face, Mari benz got limo tint
I just keep on throwin' 6, imma keep the candle lit
Imma keep on talkin' shit, til' my death date
I just walked up out the stu, like my breath stank
Shorty came to me wit' ass, now her breast fake
Lil' nigga never went to class, now his wrist bling
He just want the money fast, he got dope dreams
His momma always on his ass, cus' he smoke weed
Fuck it, he ain't comin' back, in the trap wit' the dope fiends
I might come to sac, just to rap, shout out OT
Shorty pay the Don, say she know Dreez
And I done broke her back, now she won't leave
I'm like take me to my cell, cus I ain't see nothin
City on my dick, thought I wouldn't be nothin
But here I am, wit' niggas on my head, labels comin' after me
Nigga touch my brother, sit for 20 happily
Ceiling wit no limit, I might sign to Master P
I hope I can buy my momma crib before the Police tackle me
Fore' they shackle me, They harrassin' me
They used to laugh at me, now they blow my phone to rap for me
Aye, I don't even talk, Kayda clap for me
Aye, made her take a walk, bring it back to me
I been chillin' on the weed, gotta black wit me
Betta watch out for your back, fore' they stab on it
Lil' bro say he couldn't see, I threw the flash on it
I tried to leave it in the past, but I'm back on it
Try me, you gon' end up wit' no teeth like the last homie
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Writer(s): Myles Sadler
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