CHALLENGER'S RAP

• I can't stand this pain,
• Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain
• Man in the mirror, I can’t get my shot again, I'm driving insane, all your ideas plain
• And I make music for the fuck of it, no fame, I better handle this shit, and fucking maintain this pain. Punch me, nail m,
• Ain’t seen ya since the 12th grade, even back then
• The race war, when it's us against all of them
• I came through with diseased semen on my pen
• Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again
• Who's next to release? We guillotine them, we have to batter these people, as if we're mens. Hate me, disgriminate me,
• For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money
• I'm a baller, literally, I may have no racks,
• Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags
• Switch swag on you little dick fags, I will hit up with this diss, I'll put it to the max,
• And DJ's play my records cause I make the needles dance
• From an African American stance, I'll be counting my racks, two hundred grams,
• Go to hell, I mean that, burn you like green backs
• Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags
• 87, brick fare, yeah, I’m talking thirty racks, mother fucker I be making you running laps, let's get to the facts. Bitch you had no contract with hoe Jiggy J,
• Represent the borough nigga, B.K. all day
• Like Michael Jackson, how you do me this way
• Cause Jesus wouldn't even be my friend on Church day
• Whoa, umm, it seems you had a lot to say, I will put you to the ground and slay, lil baby lil dick, tryna act like lil Tay,
• But I got two A-Mex's that look the same way
• All up under the covers day
• Young Peyton don't huddle, still run my play
• Ambition or nothing thought this would go away, but this last motherfucker wanna end on Tuesday. It's Yung T
• E to the T, R-O-I then add another T
• I'm a G, and this is something you can't see
• 20 racks really thats sneaker money, I be beatin yo street fightin ass to the city, on Sonny!
• Froze my bank account and seized my guarantee
• Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate I see
• Double MG pays me, fuck with me, you crazy, I ain't no Killshot, graze me,
• While I'm making history, running my victory's, you be dead dirty, be a mystery,
• Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free
• We the 93 chicago bulls baby
• Eyes never lazyG.E.D-ing on the daily
• Me I'mma still be a player, all day baby
• Fuck Sara Lee, Mrs. Smith; you the pie lady, your bars are shit, they make you look crazy, get some fuck and the public will