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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- (Verse 1)
- Stacks and racks, no cap, ballin' in the trap,
- Pockets fat, drippin' gold, f*** a handicap,
- Money talks, louder than a f***in' gat,
- Haters watch me shine, wishing they could scat.
- (Chorus)
- Money, power, f***in' fame,
- In the club, makin' it rain,
- With the crew, we insane,
- Broken hearts, all is pain.
- (Verse 2)
- In the club, sippin' Henny, countin' Benjis,
- All about that paper, ain't no time for frenzies,
- Rollin' with my clique, we don't play pretend s***,
- Gettin' paid, haters fade, we on a mission.
- (Chorus)
- Money, power, f***in' fame,
- In the club, makin' it rain,
- With the crew, we insane,
- Broken hearts, all is pain.
- (Bridge)
- Cash flow, steady flow, watch me glow,
- Hustle hard, cashin' in, watch me grow,
- From the streets, now I'm makin' dough,
- No time for games, only God knows.
- (Verse 3)
- Started from the bottom, now we poppin',
- Money on my mind, ain't no stoppin',
- Stay grindin', no sleep, we rockin',
- Success is the sweetest, haters stay clockin'.
- (Chorus)
- Money, power, f***in' fame,
- In the club, makin' it rain,
- With the crew, we insane,
- Broken hearts, all is pain.
- (Outro)
- Cash flow savage, in the game we ravage,
- From broke to ballin', my hustle ain't average,
- If you ain't talkin' money, best move backwards,
- Cash flow savage, breaking all the damages.
DEFENDER'S RAP
- Ugly 21 savage hald nickle broke, saying that you tote, when the only thing you tote is this valume of coke
- "That doesn't make sense" I thought you were woke, Rap isn't the game for you, maybe just croak
- Nobody gets famous from impersonation of others, besides tic tokers and all you mean muggers
- And all you dream thuggers I'm tired of this shit, That's not even a verse
- It's just half ass, combine carbon dioxide gas, bitch ass, You ain't famous
- you ain't got no talent, if you wanna get better stop being a white gangster, Go listen to more taylor swift and scream "It won't matter"
- The whole world knows you gay, it ain't 22 savage it's 22 guys inside my legs
- Fucking island boy, you'd do anything for fame, so I take the page and make the pen go fucking flame
- It's insane, you ain't get fucking bitches, you can't even get in the cllub, you's underage
- You only pull highschool girls, now that shit makes me rage, up on stage
- Your knees start shaking, you faint right on to your face and start seizing
- Wake up wheezing, turned out I brought up your bank situation and you starting peeling
- No reason, I ain't done until I say that I'm leaving "Go away"
- Go away bitch i thought you were balling this ain't fucking compton
- you live in uptown LA, fuck NWA you're just No-talent White - Average
- You don't have a GPA, you got Global pussy ass, Your rhymes are smushy ass
- Normally I don't write like this, pushy ass, making me moody ass
- nobody likes you talking bout thuggin ass, making fun of the handicap?
- Man, saying that you had it bad then making fun of those below you really makes people mad
- Really makes me glad, that I beat you in half as many lines and still half assed
- Fucking white gangster trash. find something to write before somebody pops yo ass