Testing Me

Testing me
Testing
Testing me
Why they, testing me
Keep on testing me

Testing me
Testing
Testing me
Why they, testing me
Keep on testing me

I don't know why niggas think I ain’t wit it
I don't do it for haters and no fucking critics
Living for my son and giving Hell to rappers
Taxing figures
I don't need your interest when I make it off these words I’m spitting
Gifted homie i out rap and present visions
Hand out daily not for Christmas
Listen I'm probably giving jewels so witness
The shine through my teeth
That I speak and you seeking
Lifting I swear all my niggas up
Roudy bro so no one give a fuck
Spar like rousy for the title the bucks sure to come when I shoot like giannis my nigga what

Testing me
Testing
Testing me
Why they, testing me
Keep on testing me

Testing me
Testing
Testing me
Why they, testing me
Keep on testing me

I don't know why niggas come unequipped
When I come through I'm with my niggas got a hundred clips
Let that semi spit if a bitch nigga talking shit
I can flick these bullshit gangsta stories to sound real like this
When I really ain't did to much of a thang
I just hang with my niggas getting high playing games
2 am switching lanes go home fuck her brains
That pussy in pain
Swear on your life I'm harder than all these rappers keep it real at all times none of your capping
Straight facts try to test me you either Ethered
Or ripped into pieces chilling down with the reaper

Testing me
Testing
Testing me
Why they, testing me
Keep on testing me

Testing me
Testing
Testing me
Why they, testing me
Keep on testing me