CHALLENGER'S RAP

• I don't care for the money I crave more than want some more been broke before ain't nothing change me and that money don't change me I might not make it you say my mind too faded but what you thinking I'm going to still blaze it I'm a hopper that you know my balls get you moody I care what the smoke in the air still banging that bsp done wash the blood off by m************ hands should I show more where I stand no not a killer but I'm thinking about it been a dragging my feet I've been up on this these m************ really trying to face a n***** I'm proud of what I'm doing my past is pursuing drug food and bad ass pictures whatever gets this fixed I'm a baller throw that I'm a hustler I blow that you're f****** game ain't enough got to put more on the table if you want the Rock turn your turn your wrist in your spot can I count on my Bros or they're just like hoes should I be my own bro or should I be my own hoe it's not about what it means it's about what how it feels the beat takes you out of it in the field my voice makes you all empty been balling standing on my front porch sleeping