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CamDaMan - Try Me Lyrics



CamDaMan - Try Me Lyrics
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I don't know why niggas be tryna try me all the time
I don't f*ck with none of that shit at all
I don't got no label from the store, how dare you try me
You is just a fan and I'm just overheat, so run it by me
I'ma take what I believe over a game, but I'm not Kyrie
You can't sit me down too long for like three years, I'm bad like Tyreek
New York is lit , shout out Jalen Bronson on the Knicks
Swear MSG is sick, I never thought a building could exist
You could probably find me playin' football under streetlights
As a lil' nigga, I was knee-hight, and I barely knew how to shoot dice
No, I ain't real like Dice, but I knew how to flip my money up twice
And I never shot more than twice, but I had target practice with that mice
Yeah, they'll run so fast, you might not see em, you'll think I'm Rylo, I'm ghetto dreamin
I hate I talk to some of my guys and they still fightin' with demons
I pray I don't see none of my dawgs in the cemeteries
There's just some stuff you ain't gon' be prepared
Like one day my household gon' be multi-millionaires
Risky when I drink, I go to the bar, might cop me a Bloody Mary
Spike that shit, no Lee, in New York, walk like a Yankee(Aaron)
Judge me if you want, but I don't really like being sober
Cause it be hard to hold reactions in, like I'm bad at draw poker
You can know my native, but it's sensitive, like I'm good with my odor
I went to Richmond for a year and found myself at a spot they call Croakers
Say, I don't got no label from the store, how dare you try me
You is just a fan and I'm just overheat, so run it by me. I'ma take what I believe over a game, but I'm not Kyrie
You can't sit me down too long for like three years, I'm bad like Tyreek
New York is lit , shout out Jalen Bronson on the Knicks
Swear MSG is sick, I never thought a building could exist
You could probably find me playin' football under streetlights
As a lil' nigga, I was knee-hight, and I barely knew how to shoot dice
You would think I'm crazy, that way I be at the junkyard lookin' for some real steel
Tryna be consistent like Apple, the way they be updating me on new deals
Niggas tryna upgrade the Ghosts, cause they know the Personals
Got a different feel, and some niggas never seen a Cold Stone
So they not familiar with a real chill, On Gang
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English

I don't know why niggas be tryna try me all the time
I don't f*ck with none of that shit at all
I don't got no label from the store, how dare you try me
You is just a fan and I'm just overheat, so run it by me
I'ma take what I believe over a game, but I'm not Kyrie
You can't sit me down too long for like three years, I'm bad like Tyreek
New York is lit , shout out Jalen Bronson on the Knicks
Swear MSG is sick, I never thought a building could exist
You could probably find me playin' football under streetlights
As a lil' nigga, I was knee-hight, and I barely knew how to shoot dice
No, I ain't real like Dice, but I knew how to flip my money up twice
And I never shot more than twice, but I had target practice with that mice
Yeah, they'll run so fast, you might not see em, you'll think I'm Rylo, I'm ghetto dreamin
I hate I talk to some of my guys and they still fightin' with demons
I pray I don't see none of my dawgs in the cemeteries
There's just some stuff you ain't gon' be prepared
Like one day my household gon' be multi-millionaires
Risky when I drink, I go to the bar, might cop me a Bloody Mary
Spike that shit, no Lee, in New York, walk like a Yankee(Aaron)
Judge me if you want, but I don't really like being sober
Cause it be hard to hold reactions in, like I'm bad at draw poker
You can know my native, but it's sensitive, like I'm good with my odor
I went to Richmond for a year and found myself at a spot they call Croakers
Say, I don't got no label from the store, how dare you try me
You is just a fan and I'm just overheat, so run it by me. I'ma take what I believe over a game, but I'm not Kyrie
You can't sit me down too long for like three years, I'm bad like Tyreek
New York is lit , shout out Jalen Bronson on the Knicks
Swear MSG is sick, I never thought a building could exist
You could probably find me playin' football under streetlights
As a lil' nigga, I was knee-hight, and I barely knew how to shoot dice
You would think I'm crazy, that way I be at the junkyard lookin' for some real steel
Tryna be consistent like Apple, the way they be updating me on new deals
Niggas tryna upgrade the Ghosts, cause they know the Personals
Got a different feel, and some niggas never seen a Cold Stone
So they not familiar with a real chill, On Gang
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Writer: Cameron Davis
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Performed By: CamDaMan
Language: English
Length: 2:31
Written by: Cameron Davis

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