Elzhi - Testing Me lyrics

[Verse 1: King Los] Fly like I was born in a hawk's nest (scratch that) Fly like I was born in a dark-ness (scratch that) Fly like I was born where we hard press Press hard, but we're all blessed Progress through the odd stress Small steps toward a large quest God's bless through my jaw's blessed My arms stretch to the stars Mars ain't a large step My palms sweat My heart wet My art's left My thoughts catch bizarre messages God text Beyond Flex It's Complex Let's Vibe out I watched my ex excel at being a loud mouth We could do this sh** smooth people Time out Or when if you effin' see me that's a round house Really. who let these clowns out? You the type of n***a that we turned out b**h I've been the best thing you just found out According to my weed I'm a loud mouth I pull up in some sh** you had to sound out [Hook: Denaun Porter] Give a n***a an inch, he try to take a mile Test me if you want, I'mma take yo' a** 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, just shoot [Verse 2: Royce da 5'9"] Better duck my n***a 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 d**h 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 n***as with d**h 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 Nah 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 [Hook: Denaun Porter] Give a n***a an inch, he try to take a mile (Word) Test me if you want, I'mma take your a** out (True) You ain't really trying to see what that life 'bout (Nah) 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 best believe, I'mma shoot (Too, too, too, too, too, too) (Too, too, too, too, too, too) (Too, too, too, too, too, too) [Verse 3: Page Kennedy] Not for nothing but Keeping up with the Kardashians will get your a** shot See the correlation between Kardashian and a** 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 the 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 conceded Food for thought, they feeding you this bullsh** and you eat it When I shove it down yo' throat So you know that's all that she wrote sh** don't float around on this boat Pull this heat from out of this coat Then I'm firing off on that a** 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 f** Unless your ironing a four leaf clover, n***a don't press your luck Haha! I'm quite regal, I fight Diesel, your life Smigel 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 k**ing us and fill us with villainous bullets that drill in us