CHALLENGER'S RAP

• When I walk up in the scene, I hear a orchestra
• Now everybody telling me I don't perform enough
• My math teacher told me that I'd never be shit
• And now, I'm searched more then the quadratic formula
• I got the formula, I got the formula
• You got the sauce, but goddamn, I got the formula, ayy
• People always asking Ben, "Why you record so much?"
• I got to fry up all these rappers quick, like, order up
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• Formula, like I'm Mr. Krabs
• I change and transform it up, you stuck in the past
• Yeah, I wear Supreme goggles to my science lab
• Uh, it hurts to write this song, 'cause I don't like to brag
• And now I've tied myself up, like a Nike Mag'
• People love to criticize me for the life I've had
• They make it 'bout white and black, like I'm Michael Jack'
• I make these haters look confused, like it's Dora asking where
• Swipper at, ayy
• Uh, bitch, I'm supreme, 'cause I got it on me, now they copy that, like a
• walkie-talkie
• And I'm feelin' like they really want to stop me, tryna fold my paper,
• like it's origami
• Wanna justify the hate, they call me cocky, and I am, 'cause your girl
• call me, 'Papi'
• Tryna take it to the paparazzi, I'm a fax machine up in a lot of copies
• Ayy, still saying, "Who would'a thought?", like, who would'a guessed it?
• Haven't lifted weights in two years, but somehow, I'm always flexing
• If you really want to find the answer to your question, here is where
• you should look:
• Want the secret to the sauce, motherfucker? Better go and find a cookbook