CHALLENGER'S RAP

• //Intro
• Nigga
• Give me the smoke
• //Verse 1
• Nigga lights up the broke a fame
• I ain’t goin’ choke on the name
• But you cloak yourself the game
• But you croak on folk, but the chain
• Isn’t the train, spoke n’ now you claim
• Your him, with rainbow aim, you blame
• Me for your jealousy views, but name
• Any enemy that destiny doesn’t tame
• But you flame through your recipe for fame
• There must be gun of guilt cause I do-do your name dirty (Haha)
• Journey as a journalist, filled of gas-oh-lean?
• First three corrupted as a skilled teamster
• But my gaster blaster is a true killer who’s a reaper
• With no master cause this bastard wanna carry heaters
• But my heat is a Miami, I can frankly blast first class
• But you wanna classify classics, but this class sick
• With six pricks with clicks who carry grips for what?
• Can’t spray, fake gang-gang, no bang bang in the hit-tat
• Target sprayed? Stop bangin’ on wood (knock knock)
• Get her maid, apparently you bang your wood on slavers
• Who pave her play daters with all haters with bullets flyin’
• So don’t save her, cause you bait her on flyin’
• But while you bang her I’m fryin’ a fried egg
• With these skill, it’s over your head don’t beg
• For beef, unless your like me, who gets treated like em
• With every line is a shot, they try to cancel me
• But it flops cause I drop it like it’s hot (HAHA)