Testing Me (feat. King Los, Royce da 5'9" & Mr. Porter)

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 when we hard pressed

Pressed hard, but we all blessed

Progress through the odd stress

Small steps on a large quest

God's breath through my jaws, blessed

My arms stretch 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 watched my ex excel at being a loud mouth

We can do this shit smooth, people, time out

Or when you effing see me, that's a roundhouse

Really, who let these clowns out?

You the type of **** that we drowned out

Bitch, I been the best and you just found out

According to my weed, I'm a loud mouth

I pull up in some shit you have to sound out

Give a **** an inch, he try to take a mile

Test me if you wanna, I'ma take your ass out

You ain't really tryna see what that life 'bout

I try to be cool, but these fools just keep

Testing me, they testing me

They just testing me, keep testing me, hey

Testing me, they testing me, aye

Testing me, just best believe that I'ma shoot

Better duck, my ****

That ain't a hard hat, that's a snapback

Better duck

Cartier, Patrón, partying far away from home

I'm livin' a movie that's on repeat

Call me a modern day Stallone, alone at peace

I swear to Christ, if God ain't make these zones when I'm on these beats

When I vibe and make these songs then I can die when I'm goin' to sleep

I bring the threat to your porch step

Have death hangin' at your door like a haunted wreath

If we don't respect you, we expect you to be on your knees

Unless you wanna meet, put your testicles on the street

We don't catch you, we gon' just leave what's left of your nephew

On your niece

Phony **** with death wish, but devils on they own

They own home in alley ways, they own shovels

Dig they own shallow graves

The hitman came down the chimney like Santa

Now they whole family sleighed, that's crazy

My homies got chrome fetishes

Anyone on an shinin', we comin' to collect it like Con Edison

Stone these tyrants, trauma sirens

All this violence surrounds till karma calms it down to silence

Give a **** an inch, he try to take a mile (Word)

Test me if you wanna, I'ma take your ass out (True)

You ain't really tryna see what that life 'bout (Nah)

I try to be cool, but these fools just keep

Testing me, they testing me

They just testing me, keep testing me, hey

Testing me, they testing me, aye

Testing me, just best believe that I'ma shoot

Not for nothing, but

Keepin' up with the Kardashians'll get your ass shot

See the correlation between Kardashian and ass shot?

There's no correlation between me robbin' the stash spot

That's a dick move, when I split, dude, I hide the body like a mascot

I'm seriously joking, but you ever heard of the Dream Team?

King Los, Royce da 5'9", Idi Amin

Idiot, I mean, Page, P-K, Kennedy

You ever been burnt to the tenth degree? Then mention me

And I'ma give you that hot fire, that super hot

Like you was 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 Tupac 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

Then drive-by shooting like Klay Thompson was from Compton

I won't lie by doin' nothin' if you wanna be starting something

I wanna bring it back and slow it down, but that'd be too conceited

Food for thought, they feed it, and then there's bullshit and you eat it

Wanna shove it down your throat so you know that's all that she wrote

Shit don't float around on this boat, pull this heat up outta this coat

Been firing off on that ass every day for about a week or two

Think it's over, child, I pop up again like Pikachu

And take a peek at you, soon as you reach, I'll 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 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 gon' ride around in this truck and we really don't give a fuck

'Less you ironing your four leaf clover, ****, don't press your luck

I'm quite regal, I fight diesel, your life Sméagol

They mad, leavin' these pussies tight, I'm like kegels

If Trump wins, I'm rushing out of the country

Packing lunch meat, headed to Turkey, won't be Hungary

Had a cow in India, slaughtered the beast

A chick from the Czech said it was poppin' in Greece

Poppin' in grease?

Fish fry, french fry, tryna get the cops to release

Ten guys, stop the police

From killing us and filling us

With villainous bullets that drill in us