Testing Me - Page Kennedy, Royce 5'9, King Los

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