"TEST ME" lyrics
(feat. JID)
(COUPE)
Dear angels, can you hear me? Are you near me?
Are you there? I need help
I been tryna shake the feeling that I'm feeling
Like it's extra room to spare for me in hell
All I dream about is revenge all the time
And I don't think that I can pretend all the time
All I think about is— (Blaow, blaow) all the time
All I think about is— (Blaow, blaow) all the time
I need help
Test me
Test me (Blaow, blaow)
They tryna test me (Blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow)
They tryna test me
I'm havin' a bad day
Real bad, I mean real bad day
They went in my safe, I won't be okay with gettin' my lick back late
Watchin' my pocket deflate from big back to a six pack shape
It's turnin' my energy pitch black, I'm ready to dig that grave
For whoever did that, I promise your mama ain't gettin' a kid back
Your life, I promise to end that, your light, I promise to dim that
You dimwit, you're dealin' with devil dogs, you meddle with misfits
All of my dogs just reservoir, all of my thoughts forever dark
Punchin' the clock like everyone
Ain't leave me with nothin' but heavy arms
Now I'm on your lawn with heavy arms
Chipped shoulders, sweaty palms
Fuck all that lyin' down
I'll knock a lion down in five rounds
Fuck all that cryin' now
Fuck all that countin' down, your time's out
Rat-tat-tat, closed again, it's a vest, took a—
Rat-tat-tat, closed again, it's a vest, took a—
Rat-tat-tat, closed again, it's a vest, took a—
Askin' for forgiveness, I wonder, will I get this? (Huh)
Dear angels, can you hear me? Are you near me?
Are you there? I need help
I been tryna shake the feeling that I'm feeling
Like it's extra room to spare for me in hell
All I dream about is revenge all the time
And I don't think that I can pretend all the time
All I think about is— (Blaow, blaow) all the time
All I think about is— (Blaow, blaow) all the time
I need help
Test me
Test me (Blaow, blaow)
They tryna test me (They tryna turn, turn up, test a— uh)
They tryna test me (Look, uh)
Testin', testin', testin', testin', testin', testin', testin', sound 'em
Checkin' them screens, I'm checkin' artillery inventory, I can't fuck up the count
Knives and 9s, and TECs, invest in vests and extra clips with extra rounds
Gotta protect the fam, bought me a farm, buried a mill' in the ground
Figure it out, the man in the mirror will never tell you where the bodies are found
Shh, he wore a wire, so I had to sneak up, so now they unwired his mouth
Quieted down, keep all the women and kids in bed, the killers in town
The serial kind, the serious kind, it's sick 'cause I think with a similar mindset
But yet, somebody pose a threat, detect the envy and jealousy in they breath
Be ready for anything, any second, you seen Double Jeopardy
Niggas shit in the crib and go eat you a PB&J, they'll do you like PnB
R.I.P when they see you on CNN, fake sad with sympathy sentiments
Get the commas and come to your senses
Sign a deal with lawyer linguistics
Let 'em die on the hill if they tryna be seen as the realest, you clearly conflicted
Long as family and money ain't funny, the homies is livin', you mindin' your business
It's always somebody that's plottin' against it
Go and get 'em, only God as a witness (Yeah)
Dear angels, can you hear me? Are you near me?
Are you there? I need help
I been tryna shake the feeling that I'm feeling
Like it's extra room to spare for me in hell
All I dream about is revenge all the time
And I don't think that I can pretend all the time
All I think about is— (Blaow, blaow) all the time
All I think about is— (Blaow, blaow) all the time
I need help
Test me
Test me (Blaow, blaow)
They tryna test me (Blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow)
They tryna test me
Dear angels, can you hear me? Are you near me?
Are you there? I need help
I been tryna shake the feeling that I'm feeling
Like it's extra room to spare for me in hell
All I dream about is revenge all the time
And I don't think that I can pretend all the time
All I think about is— (Blaow, blaow) all the time
All I think about is— (Blaow, blaow) all the time
I need help
Test me
Test me (Blaow, blaow)
They tryna test me (Blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow)
They tryna test me
I'm havin' a bad day
Real bad, I mean real bad day
They went in my safe, I won't be okay with gettin' my lick back late
Watchin' my pocket deflate from big back to a six pack shape
It's turnin' my energy pitch black, I'm ready to dig that grave
For whoever did that, I promise your mama ain't gettin' a kid back
Your life, I promise to end that, your light, I promise to dim that
You dimwit, you're dealin' with devil dogs, you meddle with misfits
All of my dogs just reservoir, all of my thoughts forever dark
Punchin' the clock like everyone
Ain't leave me with nothin' but heavy arms
Now I'm on your lawn with heavy arms
Chipped shoulders, sweaty palms
Fuck all that lyin' down
I'll knock a lion down in five rounds
Fuck all that cryin' now
Fuck all that countin' down, your time's out
Rat-tat-tat, closed again, it's a vest, took a—
Rat-tat-tat, closed again, it's a vest, took a—
Rat-tat-tat, closed again, it's a vest, took a—
Askin' for forgiveness, I wonder, will I get this? (Huh)
Dear angels, can you hear me? Are you near me?
Are you there? I need help
I been tryna shake the feeling that I'm feeling
Like it's extra room to spare for me in hell
All I dream about is revenge all the time
And I don't think that I can pretend all the time
All I think about is— (Blaow, blaow) all the time
All I think about is— (Blaow, blaow) all the time
I need help
Test me
Test me (Blaow, blaow)
They tryna test me (They tryna turn, turn up, test a— uh)
They tryna test me (Look, uh)
Testin', testin', testin', testin', testin', testin', testin', sound 'em
Checkin' them screens, I'm checkin' artillery inventory, I can't fuck up the count
Knives and 9s, and TECs, invest in vests and extra clips with extra rounds
Gotta protect the fam, bought me a farm, buried a mill' in the ground
Figure it out, the man in the mirror will never tell you where the bodies are found
Shh, he wore a wire, so I had to sneak up, so now they unwired his mouth
Quieted down, keep all the women and kids in bed, the killers in town
The serial kind, the serious kind, it's sick 'cause I think with a similar mindset
But yet, somebody pose a threat, detect the envy and jealousy in they breath
Be ready for anything, any second, you seen Double Jeopardy
Niggas shit in the crib and go eat you a PB&J, they'll do you like PnB
R.I.P when they see you on CNN, fake sad with sympathy sentiments
Get the commas and come to your senses
Sign a deal with lawyer linguistics
Let 'em die on the hill if they tryna be seen as the realest, you clearly conflicted
Long as family and money ain't funny, the homies is livin', you mindin' your business
It's always somebody that's plottin' against it
Go and get 'em, only God as a witness (Yeah)
Dear angels, can you hear me? Are you near me?
Are you there? I need help
I been tryna shake the feeling that I'm feeling
Like it's extra room to spare for me in hell
All I dream about is revenge all the time
And I don't think that I can pretend all the time
All I think about is— (Blaow, blaow) all the time
All I think about is— (Blaow, blaow) all the time
I need help
Test me
Test me (Blaow, blaow)
They tryna test me (Blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow)
They tryna test me
