King Los - Try Me lyrics

Let a n***a try me, try me Put a hundred on his head, that's a Maserati See me gettin money, wanna stand beside me b**h I ain't got no friends, all I got is family Be a episode of Martin if you n***as try me Bruh man through your window to do you grimy Or have my b**h Pam waitin in ya lobby You know she go hard, she sleep with a tommy My lil n***a Cole do this for a hobby I tell 'em big Shirley that's a heavy body All you n***as hoes, you don't petrify me If we can't get to you, we hittin everybody Let a n***a try me, try me b**h we servin' cake, come and get a nine piece Yeah I keep my old dawg right beside me n***as front like they a menace, then they turn to Chauncey [Verse 1] Uh, speaking a Chauncey I run the bill up Once I'm in my groove, you screwed, that's a Philip's Hell yeah, I got up, and I'm still up Pop enough Belaire to wake Uncle Phil up Weak n***as loud but the strong quiet My n***as knock off pounds like LeBron's diet Ballin since doe or die was the anthem Movin piles, runnin' suicides in the Phantom f** it, I think the 'Rari more sick Squares about to push my bu*ton like Atari joy stick I go range on the weekend, cease like a wheat thin Faded ??? n***as f**ed up the game when they let you geeks in I should crossover cause all you n***as is reachin Like these b**hes want yo time first I tell a ho you can keep your p**y, what's yo mind worth All these n***as wanna shine first n***as want the top but nobody wanna climb first Uh, I just multiply on these ba*tards n***as live in a box, you ain't gotta buy 'em a casket Comin' from my hood it ain't very fun How n***as get old fast but get buried young And your city don't wanna see you fly I rep us b**h, not me or I When the crown equals my G ride Play ball or part three, that's Douglas Projects, Eastside Fans like the more they see, I dropped the mixtape G-5 Six years later, got another deal, now a n***a fly G-5 Hit a coach up, get 'em in the game Finna post up, pivot in the lane n***as insane, I just get to this change ? say that ridicolous sh** like a b**h I eventually aim Mention my name, ain't no b**h in my name Look at me n***a I figure you'd be inspired by all these riches and fame Name in the bright lights but y'all ain't get the hype right b**h I'm every where but in the lame n***as eye sight Or in a b**h n***as arm reach Yeah me and ya b**h n***a we in Palm Beach I got you cut from your girl in advance But why would I give a f** if the worlds in my hands Grippin the steering wheel of the rafe She said a girl chill at her place I said we can all ride baby, you know you need a third wheel when you race Homie, I know these loud n***as might hype you But I'll put a period on your life cycle Period. You a light cycle n***as spot you at the pad and they might wipe you b**h n***a adjust your volume And save that tough talk for your album [Hook]