Why Try

[Mega: talking]

You know, yeah SAS, Streets All Salute

J.R. Writer Dutchbeatz yeah we the BG's

[Mega:]

I been patient fam' stuck in this crazy land

Where men will lick your head off your shoulders so they can make a grand

No snitchin, naw I'm bout to take a stand

My trumpet get the spittin you thinkin it's finna make the band

No safety, blow like it's A.C.

Call me bird's eye you heard why I make P's

I'm about my wealth

So I need a range rover that named after a book that's about myself

And it's over dosha, when I flip and put the razors to your face

I ain't talkin bout a Motorola

Big claims know you won't clap back at us

I have your whole strip runnin like they tryin to catch a bus

Oh you sellin drugs you can get your melon slugged

Then get swept off of your feet like you fell in love

I can fight but the guns preferred

We them Dipset thunder birds now watch we rain on them

[Chorus x2: Mega]

Why try, you're gon' die I

Pull up in a drop with the pistol cocked

When I pop I'm waving bye-bye

You don't drive by, all you is drive by

They call Byrd Gang you heard fam'

We fly high

[J.R. Writer:]

Okay, Writer

My my I'm sky high the fly guy

Pull up to your bitch escape with a whip from space I'm talking sci-fi

Why try to out do me I doubt truly

Cause J's an ape so stay in your place I ain't never been a slouch Scooby

Listen you not as sharp I'm getting the gwope to start

You ain't seen bigger m's since the McDonalds arc

These gangstas Pac at heart in front of your bitch

To turn and look like what who you comin with miss

You my son get the drift

So right now I be dissin myself, if I called you a son of a bitch

Give it up for the dips, cause it seem so simple

Yet I'm "So Sick" like a Ne-yo single

I will blast them, leave them I a casket box

Sleepin with the saddest 'ock for leapin like an astronaut

I keep the tech sucka

So I don't care if your pops marry my mother

How dare you step brother

[Chorus]