Keep Testing Me

when I hop on the beat I'm a criminal, ain't nobody safe put guns to the face just no I dont play with these enemies they want to be friends I dont no friends and thenn they turn into frenemies, and no I ain't playing my momma stab people and thenn she got away with it, and stop all that capping, claiming yall rappers and savages hustlers to, and I come from the slums why would I lie I ain't got nothing to lose, yeah i get a bag almost every weak, and baby dont play I pray for keeps, why these lil niggas always keep testing me, I think they trying to get the best of me,