Try me

Try me


Chip on my shoulder that i dare you challenge
Behind the sorrow in my eyes lies hate and malice
Single parent in hood now that's a life unbalanced
Hard times will breed talent
Had track and field feet I used to dip on cops
Could've been mugsy but rather use my 4-5 to send them shots
Shouldve banged in the ring instead I scrapped on block
I was addicted to the life, I ain't know how to stop
Thought I found a outlet with this music shit
Till I realized that it wasnt cutting it, shit
Yeah its true I had my crew but what the fuck you s'posed to do 
when that you making ain't pulling you through
get on my hustle show some muscle
Just enuff so I can ease me and my mother's life struggles
Cause I remember 50 cents would be a week of breakfast and lunch at school
I admit I was a fool I thought white money was cool
Roaches in the house low income housing
Hand me down clothes other kids always clowning
Memories is all jumbled up
But do remember that summer momma boyfriend fucked me up
And remember at 16 He smacked mommy up
till me and my Louisville had lumped you up
it that defining moment that I toughened up
Naw it then my heart froze up
You either with me or against me that simple nigga
And if I ain't know you for like 10 yrs you ain't my nigga
And I ain't have friends I had my fam and my family
Welcome to my hood from Libo to Rockwell was similar to Amity
Cause we was haunted by own damn insanity
Broken homes became link to our bonds
But they'd rather kill you then to let you leave how the hell you s'posed to move on