FLAME, Young Noah - Try Me lyrics

Try me, Try me like I’m playing
Try me like I’m playing
Try me like I ain't walking out
This stuff that I be saying
Try me like I’m out here
Flexing flexing for you man
Try me like I ain't really who
I’m saying that I am
Try me like I’m playing try me
Try me like I’m playing

We’re so deep and sold out and
Been around for so long
So many tried to shut us down but
They end up getting rolled on
They crucified our leader first and thought
That they got rid of us
In three days He cracked the grave and
Now there are centuries of us
We’re simple men, we still sin
But there are a couple things
That we won’t do one is deny the Son
Holding back is number two
We made it through the crusades
We made it through the reformation
Great sin, Great men
But we endure through generation
Through generation, through generation
Africa, Europe, Asian
Every tongue, every tribe, all races
All nations no this is not a game
And never ever can it be
The movement's not some little
Clique but it's Christianity
For now He rules internally
The 6th day was detoured in Adam
(paradise lost) in Christ (paradise restored)
The full kingdom will come as
It is in heaven praying
That the Lord would come quick try
Us I am not playing

Before I write a verse trying to
Sound cool or swagged out
I’ve been fasting all day let me smash out
I ain't tithed in a while let me cash out
Now I’m going to gon’ testify
Bring my past out
I was living with no concern for my soul
First on the block to rock the rose gold
Rap bout the trap and paint that flip flop
TV’s and T-tops sitting high on deuce fours
I was in it to win it
I was fixing to Get it just give
Me a minute and I’m on but then I repented
And kid was delivered
No longer a child now I’m grown
I was a liar liar pants on fire
(I put them out)
And please the sire his desire (live it out)
Young punks playing with the sword
Denying divine power that
The Spirit has given us to live it out
Uh, acting all big bad like they
Ain't got to give account i beg to differ
On the last days Get slain
Like Jack the Ripper
Drown in that lake of fire mister
Can’t breathe up under that water flipper
I run the way of thy commends
Enlarge my heart to understand
Gotta be be ye perfect gotta be be ye holy
Gotta let the Spirit control me
Gotta be a little less phony
If He is then act like the Spirit's upon me

I don’t understand Flame why
They calling us hypocrites
Probably cause they seen abuse
And lifestyles that contradict
But we ain't here flexing man we
Unashamed and we walking this
We trying to be the alternate
Jesus Christ is ultimate

But often it's the opposite it's
Obvious they never met Him
Cause if they did I’m positive
They’d positively represent Him
Cause if they’re truly saved then the
Holy Spirit is living in Them we all whack
Only difference is all the
Christians is saved sinners

So basically what you’re saying is
What I need to be
Praying is, that God would Make me like Him
To be a light and invite them

Absolutely, Excellent, that’s what
I’m saying, Let
Your lips and life say
Try me I am not Playing