VERSE 1::
Trade ya soft and soda for DoLa and double the dolla
You niggaz soft as sofa cushion, plus you double the coward
Make a payment on utilities you troubled with power
I'll show up wit sixty men, you can call us an hour
Been in this a long time man, the proof in the pudding
Must be on top of my grind, cause ya people's is lookin'
Grab a hold of ya girl man they tryin' to get wit him
They with you, which makes them girls, and I like my women
In my spare time I'll spin a block, might catch me spinnin'
Get bored, take a knot to the mall and start spending
I'm a bad combination of Mike Tyson's women
Cause I can start Robbin, turn around and start given'
No exaggeration, no braggin', no guessin', no hintin'
Dis THE HURT GAME, dat gotta be some type of submission
You niggaz got got miserable mornings, ya money is missin'
You know what misery love, my company ignores the attention

HOOK:
(LIGHTS OUT!) Mr. WhyUWannaTryMe
Mr. I’m a grind is why these sista's can’t deny me
(LIGHTS OUT!) Mr. WhyUWannaTryMe
Mr. hood nigga, so you know where you can find me
Hey Mister, WhyUWannaTryMe
Mister, Mr. WhyUWannaTryMe
(LIGHTS OUT!) Mr. WhyUWannaTryMe
Mr. I work hard for these, it's hard to nevermind me

VERSE 1::
It's LIGHTS OUT, Mr. WhyUWannaTryMe
Mr. I don't know another nigga bout' as fly as me
Mr. main attraction, you missin' tha big picture
Missin' out on a Kobe to settle for a Derrick Fisher
I’m a call you Mrs. cause you actin' like a sista
Wish u had somethin' goin', so I could compliment ya'
Look, my estates are real, Im somethin' like a realtor
Not talkin' bout money, I treat you like I treat solicitors
To all my listeners, pay ya tuition first
Then, cop my album, I'm around, the temps are visitors
The temps are practice for me, they just exhibitioners
It's only a few main events and still they inconspicuous
I get ridiculous, the game aint right
So, I hit em' in the head like “How my hair look, Mike?”
It look good, but ya' braid a lil' tight
But now it's a good morning, I gave em' a good night (LIGHTS!)

HOOK