CHALLENGER'S RAP

• I done stay on top of my game, Gang controlling my lane Paid so
• much for my frames, put these lil niggas to shame-ordered
• so many of them bottles, so many of them bottles you would think I am insane
• Already changed the game once I done told you
• But now I'm gonna do it another one do it again
• Tell the club owners we need more sections
• I made these lil niggas go cop they Rolexes
• You get the venue, you gon' need more bouncers
• And tell the weed man we gon' need more ounces
• Hundred grand in a rubber band
• Use to be the kid, now homie I'm the man
• Hundred grand in a rubber band
• I used to be the kid, but now homie I'm the man hah-aha
• into the van forming the metal man now am in France
• and i glance through the widows of my house
• and i am a withstand all dis lil-niggas who misunderstand
• and am into the game fighting for the name maitaining the
• sense of humor found along the lane
• Well, brenda's barely got a brain
• Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain lil niggas
• get sick about me what is gonna be their gain
• but some sustain they gat their story to tell nw
• they are gonna explain and it sink into my brain
• and i feel the pains running through my vein
• making me faint,paint buh i keep myself
• all through the spell
• Make ice and cream, shit would be swell
• Imitated out-of-toners wasn't going well
• so i had my stories to tell Micheal gat me prepared
• so i took up my wheels back to pheelz
• get back to work in the studios and run for ladies
• cause it never my hobbies
• I'm going to let my little homies
• So dope, shit, i sold y’all copies racked
• and whacked nigga get hunted
• blowing in the industry and now i can boast of my self and i am sanctified
• and in the name of christ am now verified