CHALLENGER'S RAP

• Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna rollOne of the coldest, the gracing on that poleMy goal is going gold with out selling my soulWhen im dont gettin brains then i honor rollI dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal18 year sentence with no paroleSee i know when the harsh reality take it's tollOpen up your contacts then scrollYou got your nails did, damn girl you're on a rollDo you get brains, did you make the honor rollJust stay smartkeep your mind on your bank rollYou got ssh packets, i say let them rollBlack on black murder,uh dear god, r.i.p to every soulTill it overflows and gets you higher than a totem poleLike it's embeded into your soulI know i'll never have you back but i won't lose that goal.Cause it's impossible, i seek the hardest goal,The only thing that i can see is god's forsaken my soul,Im kind hearted,no matter how much i come off as an assholeMary had a little lamb, it's fleece was black as coal,it's like she got a kick out of tryna break his soul