Page Kennedy, King Los, Royce da 5'9", Denaun - Testing Me lyrics
[Page Kennedy, King Los, Royce da 5'9", Denaun - Testing Me lyrics]
Fly like I was born in a hawk's nest
(scratch that)
Fly like I was born in the darkness
(scratch that)
Fly like I was born where we hard pressed
Press hard, but we're all blessed
Progress through the odd stress
Small steps toward a large quest
God's breath through my jaws blessed
My arms stretched to the stars
Mars ain't a large step my palms sweat
My heart wept my art's left
My thoughts catch bizarre messages god text
Beyond flex it's Complex
Let's Vibe out
I watch my ex excel at being a loud mouth
We could do this shit smooth, people
Time out or when you effin' see me
That's a round house
Really who let these clowns out?
You the type of nigga that we turned out
Bitch I've been the best thing
You just found out
According to my weed I'm a loud mouth
I pull up in some shit you had to sound out
Give a nigga an inch, he try to take a mile
Test me if you want, I'mma take yo' ass out
You ain't really trying to see
What that life 'bout
I try to be cool but these fools just keep
Testing me they're testing me
They're just, testing me
Keep testing me (ey) testing me
They testing me (ey) testing me
Just believe me that I'ma just shoot
Better duck my nigga that ain't no hard hat
That's a snapback better duck
Cartier, Petron partyin' far away from home
I'm living the movie that's on repeat
Call me a modern day Stallone alone at peace
I swear to Christ if God
Didn't make these zones
When I'm on these beats
When I vibe and make these songs
That, I can die when I'm gone to sleep
I bring the threat to your porch step
Had death hangin' at your door
Like a hornet wreath if we don't respect you
We expect you to be, on your knees
'Less you wanna meet
Put your testicles on the street
We don't catch you we just gonna just leave
What's left of your nephew, on your niece
Phony niggas with death wish with
Devils of their own
Their own home in alleyways
Their own shovels
Dig their own shallow graves
The hitman came down the chimney like Santa
Now their whole family's slayed
Man, it's crazy
My homie's got chrome fetishes
Anyone on and shining
We coming to collect it like Con Edison
Stone as tyrants trauma sirens
All this violence around til' karma
Calms it down to silence
Give a nigga an inch, he try to take a mile
Test me if you want, I'mma take yo' ass out
You ain't really trying to see
What that life 'bout
I try to be cool but these fools just keep
Testing me they're testing me
They're just, testing me
Keep testing me (ey) testing me
They testing me (ey) testing me
Just believe me that I'ma just shoot
(Too, too, too, too, too, too)
(Too, too, too, too, too, too)
(Too, too, too, too, too, too)
Not for nothing but
Keeping up with the Kardashians will
Get your ass shot
See the correlation between Kardashian
And ass shot?
There's no correlation between me
Robbing the stash spot
That's a dick move when I split dude
I hide the body like a mascot
I'm seriously joking
But have you ever heard of the Dream Team?
King Los, Royce da 5'9", Idi Amin
Idiot I mean page "PK" Kennedy
You ever been burned to the tenth degree?
Then mention me and I'ma give you that hot
Fire that's super hot
Like you be sipping soup a lot
Soon as you scoop it out the pot
That hot fire like Curry when they
Let him shoot a lot
Have you trade bodies with 2Pac
And you get shot
I'm the perfect storm mixed with
The blood of Jason Bourne
Solution, and that's what I
Call a flawless execution
The Drive by shooting like Klay
Thompson was from Compton
I won't lie by doing nothing if
You wanna' be starting something
I wanna bring it back and slow it down
But that be too conceited food for thought
They feeding you this bullshit and you eat it
When I shove it down yo' throat
So you know that's all that she wrote
Shit don't float around on this boat
Pull this heat from out of this coat
Then I'm firing off on that ass every
Day for about a week or two
Think it's over 'til I pop
Up again like Pikachu
And take a peek at you soon as
You reach I leap at you
Then do what the reaper do
Peep your heart, take a piece of you
And right before I let release of you
I'll leave a hole big enough in your
Chest to spin a pizza through
Yeah! Give me my props! Viola Davis
Teach you how to get away
With murder like the cops
We goin' ride around in this truck
And we really don't give a fuck
Unless your ironing a four leaf clover
Nigga don't press your luck haha!
I'm quite regal, I fight Diesel
Your life Smeagol
They mad leaving these pussies tight
I'm like Kegels if Trump wins, I'm Russian
Out of the country
Packing lunch-meat, headed to Turkey
Won't be hungry
Had a cow in India, slaughtered the beast
A chick from the Czech said
It was poppin' in Greece
Popping in grease? Fish frys, French Fries
Trying to get the cops to release ten guys
Stop the police
From killing us and fill us with
Villainous bullets that drill in us
(scratch that)
Fly like I was born in the darkness
(scratch that)
Fly like I was born where we hard pressed
Press hard, but we're all blessed
Progress through the odd stress
Small steps toward a large quest
God's breath through my jaws blessed
My arms stretched to the stars
Mars ain't a large step my palms sweat
My heart wept my art's left
My thoughts catch bizarre messages god text
Beyond flex it's Complex
Let's Vibe out
I watch my ex excel at being a loud mouth
We could do this shit smooth, people
Time out or when you effin' see me
That's a round house
Really who let these clowns out?
You the type of nigga that we turned out
Bitch I've been the best thing
You just found out
According to my weed I'm a loud mouth
I pull up in some shit you had to sound out
Give a nigga an inch, he try to take a mile
Test me if you want, I'mma take yo' ass out
You ain't really trying to see
What that life 'bout
I try to be cool but these fools just keep
Testing me they're testing me
They're just, testing me
Keep testing me (ey) testing me
They testing me (ey) testing me
Just believe me that I'ma just shoot
Better duck my nigga that ain't no hard hat
That's a snapback better duck
Cartier, Petron partyin' far away from home
I'm living the movie that's on repeat
Call me a modern day Stallone alone at peace
I swear to Christ if God
Didn't make these zones
When I'm on these beats
When I vibe and make these songs
That, I can die when I'm gone to sleep
I bring the threat to your porch step
Had death hangin' at your door
Like a hornet wreath if we don't respect you
We expect you to be, on your knees
'Less you wanna meet
Put your testicles on the street
We don't catch you we just gonna just leave
What's left of your nephew, on your niece
Phony niggas with death wish with
Devils of their own
Their own home in alleyways
Their own shovels
Dig their own shallow graves
The hitman came down the chimney like Santa
Now their whole family's slayed
Man, it's crazy
My homie's got chrome fetishes
Anyone on and shining
We coming to collect it like Con Edison
Stone as tyrants trauma sirens
All this violence around til' karma
Calms it down to silence
Give a nigga an inch, he try to take a mile
Test me if you want, I'mma take yo' ass out
You ain't really trying to see
What that life 'bout
I try to be cool but these fools just keep
Testing me they're testing me
They're just, testing me
Keep testing me (ey) testing me
They testing me (ey) testing me
Just believe me that I'ma just shoot
(Too, too, too, too, too, too)
(Too, too, too, too, too, too)
(Too, too, too, too, too, too)
Not for nothing but
Keeping up with the Kardashians will
Get your ass shot
See the correlation between Kardashian
And ass shot?
There's no correlation between me
Robbing the stash spot
That's a dick move when I split dude
I hide the body like a mascot
I'm seriously joking
But have you ever heard of the Dream Team?
King Los, Royce da 5'9", Idi Amin
Idiot I mean page "PK" Kennedy
You ever been burned to the tenth degree?
Then mention me and I'ma give you that hot
Fire that's super hot
Like you be sipping soup a lot
Soon as you scoop it out the pot
That hot fire like Curry when they
Let him shoot a lot
Have you trade bodies with 2Pac
And you get shot
I'm the perfect storm mixed with
The blood of Jason Bourne
Solution, and that's what I
Call a flawless execution
The Drive by shooting like Klay
Thompson was from Compton
I won't lie by doing nothing if
You wanna' be starting something
I wanna bring it back and slow it down
But that be too conceited food for thought
They feeding you this bullshit and you eat it
When I shove it down yo' throat
So you know that's all that she wrote
Shit don't float around on this boat
Pull this heat from out of this coat
Then I'm firing off on that ass every
Day for about a week or two
Think it's over 'til I pop
Up again like Pikachu
And take a peek at you soon as
You reach I leap at you
Then do what the reaper do
Peep your heart, take a piece of you
And right before I let release of you
I'll leave a hole big enough in your
Chest to spin a pizza through
Yeah! Give me my props! Viola Davis
Teach you how to get away
With murder like the cops
We goin' ride around in this truck
And we really don't give a fuck
Unless your ironing a four leaf clover
Nigga don't press your luck haha!
I'm quite regal, I fight Diesel
Your life Smeagol
They mad leaving these pussies tight
I'm like Kegels if Trump wins, I'm Russian
Out of the country
Packing lunch-meat, headed to Turkey
Won't be hungry
Had a cow in India, slaughtered the beast
A chick from the Czech said
It was poppin' in Greece
Popping in grease? Fish frys, French Fries
Trying to get the cops to release ten guys
Stop the police
From killing us and fill us with
Villainous bullets that drill in us