CHALLENGER'S RAP

• Live from the bottom of da barrel/
• It's Flac with two gats,
• Where wigs get pushed back,
• Real deal I come hard/
• With these street raps,
• Big up to my team/
• I run hard with those street cats,
• My flow is hot/ like the heat is on/
• Lay low from da cops/ like da heat is on,
• But da heat was off/ boy I kid u not/
• It's just da flames I was spitting/
• Were hot, (No Joke, No Joke)
• Like a pigeon,
• I was born to drop/
• Steamy shit on u niggas/
• Like I'm growing crops,
• If niggas get to snitching/
• I don't call da cops,
• I got cats that eat rats/
• On da spot, (Fuck traps nigga)
• I cock back when da beef is on/
• I'm squeezing on da trigger/
• Like da sleepers on,
• Niggas feel da pain/
• When their flesh gets torn,
• And I don't stop bustin/
• Till da beef is gone, (Take that)
• Batter up/
• I'm making hits with no bat tho,
• Flac keeps it popping/
• Like boys to da mitt yo,
• This is what I do/
• So it is what it is yo,
• Relay that to da back/
• To all these niggas that don't know,
• Normally I won't ask that/
• I thought we were past that,
• I guess not/
• Fuck em and trash that,
• Keep an eye on my income/
• Knots come in lump sums,
• I'm rolling in da dough/
• Like a pin son,
• Hit da booth/
• I keep da studio popping/
• Flows are tighter than da threads/
• In da clothes that I'm rocking,
• Red light/
• So u know I'm not stopping/
• It feels like a heist/
• With all these jewels I be dropping,
• I'm a thug like Pac/
• I'll take all of your shots/
• Regurgitate em/
• And spray all of your blocks, (WHAT!!)