Her uncensored reality is one of violent threats ("Let a nigga try me, try me, I'ma get his whole muthafuckin' family"), pop culture references ("Set it off like Jada Pinkett"), armored self-awareness ("Mind full of money, heart full of demons"), everyday irritants ("Gave him my number he won't stop calling"), and casually tragic asides ("I've been out my mind since they killed my cousin").
In this setting, Dej's lonely sing-song melody propels errant thoughts, as if she were singing to herself with no audience. It's the sonic topography of the Midwest, evoking open spaces under the unreal orange glow of city sodium lights.
In combination with its propulsive kick drums, the record's soft washes of synthesizer and serene, reverb-heavy piano recall a local history of futurist Detroit techno as much as any local hip-hop antecedents.
Let a nigga try me, try me I'm a get his whole mothafuckin' family And I ain't playin' with nobody Fuck around and I'm a catch a body Let a nigga try me, try me I'm a get his whole mothafuckin' family And I ain't playin' with nobody Fuck around and I'm a catch a body Ay let a nigga try me, try me I'm a kill his whole mothafuckin' family Put him on TV like the Cosbys I'll be bustin' through ya door like it's Johnny Got the shotty in my pants walkin' like a zombie Black gloves, black mask when I'm doin' grimey Everybody gettin' headshots like an I.D Follow niggas just to shoot 'em like the paparazzi And I ain't spairin' nobody I'll pop up at his wake and kill his fuckin' auntie Keep that 40 right beside me like we Siamese I stay ready 24/7 tell 'em come and find me Kill you then go kill a beat that's a double homi I'm Lebron with the heat Jordan in the 90's I'm the fuckin' greatest, Ali Tyson mixed with Floyd that's why the wanna sign me Snap my fingers bitches on me it's like I'm Fonzie Need a bitch that's 'bout her money like Bonny I got shooters right beside me and more behind me My two chains iceberg but you ain't gon' rob me Make a gangsta lean pop him like a molly We gon' leave him with the show, money and a body Shout out my nigga G-boy shout out to Don D Broski high as palm trees lookin' Chinese Shout out to my fans I promise to keep it comin' Same nigga still strapped still reppin' dirty or nothin' man I been sonning you niggas, I feel like I'm Mr."Try Me", released in early July, glides on an airy, atmospheric gem of a beat by Ypsilanti, Mich., producer DDS.
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