​Try Me lyrics

[Intro]
Damn
Forgot to do something
The f*ck was it
Talked about the trust fund kids, black sins, cops
Fake Starbucks activist motherf*ckers, (did I say it?)
Yo, did I diss- did I say f*ck Eminem?
I said f*ck Eminem
Damn, what'd I forget to do?
Oh yeah, it ain't over motherf*ckers
I hate you motherf*ckers, I hate you motherf*ckers
I hate you motherf*ckers, I hate you motherf*ckers
I hate you motherf*ckers
n*ggas wanna be gods
I'm in it
Yes, one time for the little line baby girl
I'm in that thing like what

[Verse 1]
R.I.P. to my Haitians out in the D.R
Tryin' to live they life gettin' killed by f*cking Latinas
If it was up to me, I'd end they f*ckin' history
Deport 'em if they got no papers, oof, the irony
But see, this sh*t was never new to me
Warned you n*ggas about that black-brown unity
This racism sh*t is too deep for any philosophy
I don't know why you dumb crackers had a monopoly
I don't know why y'all fraternizin' with enemies
Don't know they race so them f*ckboys pretend to be
Anything they wanna be
Got some f*ckin wannabes
Zoe Saldana and Sammy Sosa, y'all extra weak
Black to the core b*tch my skin on extra fleek
Y'all been piggy-backin' off of n*ggas since slavery
But that sh*t stops here I rose to the pulpit
And brought extra bullets for that "Hola papi" bullsh*t
[Chorus]
I swear on James Brown if you try me
Red hooks on 'em like Spike Lee, yuh, huh
I said I swear on James Brown if you try me
Red hooks on 'em like Spike Lee
Uh, us

[Break]
516, 718
Yeah, and everything in between
One time, I hold nothin' back n*gga, check it

[Verse 2]
Before I get to the business
I ain't spit a punchline since Christmas
Amazon guns get clipped with the quickness
Ya must want death on your wishlist, bumboclaat
This that headshot, close proxy
Gotta question for you b*tches in the hot seat
What would G.G. Allin do? Let's dig up the body
Put that cracker on his knees and let him pray to my shotty
This is, young thotty, Benghazi, I catch bodies
No leader mask gone somebody stop me
The real Marxist harmonist, I'm a nobody
Black Jesus, dark Caesar, I rep commies
I wish a f*ckin officer would try to run up on me
Second amendment, b*tch I got the Glock on me
Hot steppin', who's f*ckin' with the young Devon?
Send yo' ass to heaven and go to 7-Eleven
[Chorus]
I swear on James Brown, if you try me
Red hooks on 'em like Spike Lee
I swear on James Brown if you try me
Red hooks on 'em like Spike Lee, huh! Uh, huh

[Break]
Uh! Red, Spike, rock, yah
Set 'em up, set 'em up!
Saucy, n*gga, yo

[Verse 3]
n*ggas be talking 'bout what they wanna do to the prophet
b*tch stop it, I'm John Hopkins, I close coffins
Straight stalkin', I get to walkin', your purse is fallin'
The fellas marchin'
Tryin' your best to be cautious
This is coins over paper, I'll pay the bill for your wake
I kill a coppa and bake 'em and ship 'em off to Jamaica
Brake a dread with the vapor, I never been in the paper
But when I do, City of God, Zé in the makin'
b*tch, no, I never trust a preacher or a rabbi
Compress me or check me b*tch I'm a motherf*ckin' landmine
Young black landline, password is these cans flyin'
All up in your cubicle, b*tch I work on my own time
Kill a cop for full time and take him out as old time
I don't give a f*ck about a n*gga talkin' gun rhymes
Peg more than showtime, I spit f*ckin' coke lines
Flash a n*gga to blam him and make him give me a cosign, n*gga