Battles vs WEALTHMASTA
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- (Verse 1)
- Yo, it’s a hell in my dome, can’t escape this throne,
- Thoughts weighin’ heavy, like a motherfuckin’ stone.
- Lost in the chaos, trapped in the grind,
- Mind like a maze, can’t unbind, I’m blind.
- (Chorus)
- Feelin’ fucked up, yeah, I’m lost in the fog,
- Screamin’ at demons, but they just playin’ the dog.
- Bitches talkin' trash, but they don’t know my pain,
- Flexin’ on the outside, but I’m drownin’ in rain.
- (Verse 2)
- Ballin’ with my crew, but I’m feelin’ so solo,
- Thug life in the shadows, watchin’ time go slow.
- Dark thoughts lurkin’, they creepin’ like a thief,
- Smilin’ on the surface, but inside, I’m a beast.
- (Chorus)
- Feelin’ fucked up, yeah, I’m lost in the fog,
- Screamin’ at demons, but they just playin’ the dog.
- Bitches talkin' trash, but they don’t know my pain,
- Flexin’ on the outside, but I’m drownin’ in rain.
- (Bridge)
- I’m fightin’ my battles, but I'm fightin' ‘em alone,
- Voices in my head got me feelin’ like I’m prone.
- Lost in the struggle, man, I’m searchin’ for a light,
- But it’s hell in my head, man, I’m ready for the fight.
- (Verse 3)
- People keep on doubtin’, but I’m hungry for the grind,
- Built up like a fortress, but I’m losin’ my mind.
- Clutchin’ on my hope like it’s all that I got,
- Sippin’ on despair, yeah, I’m lovin’ the rot.
- (Chorus)
- Feelin’ fucked up, yeah, I’m lost in the fog,
- Screamin’ at demons, but they just playin’ the dog.
- Bitches talkin' trash, but they don’t know my pain,
- Flexin’ on the outside, but I’m drownin’ in rain.
- (Outro)
- Hell in my head, it’s a battle I know,
- But I’ll rise from the ashes, baby, watch me glow.
- From lost to a legend, yeah, I’m takin’ my stand,
- Hell in my dome, but I’m ready, understand?
DEFENDER'S RAP
- Call me the fuckin milkman, cause I’m boutta hit your block
- Strapped up in a car seat, we finna spin on the opps
- Sitting in the passenger, you can say I called shotgun
- Finger on the pin, yeah I’m ready to deliver some toxin
- Cause you know that shit coiled like a motherfuckin viper
- I’m basically a reptile, cause I’m a cold-blooded sniper
- And I bring all the fuckin venom when I pull the trigger and fire
- Constrict and reload that shit, and then I proceed to strike ya
- Those bullets in slow motion look like miniature rockets
- Got myself a handful of bodies, skeletons in my closet
- But none of this shit phases me, I got money in my pocket
- Violence is my fucking blood type so I ain’t never stoppin
- Because I’m getting my green from painting the block red
- Clips loaded like stacks, I’m leaving enemies dead
- Got an opp in the torso and now his ass full of lead
- Left that bitch in the dust while he cried out and bled
- Leaving a trail of guts like evil Hansel and Gretel
- This is gang shit, I’m putting the pedal to the metal
- Opps can’t counter my attacks, I cut sharp like a bevel
- Cause this is gang shit and I ain’t never gonna settle
- I got the Glock locked, cocked, ready to pop
- I’m boutta spin your block, make it hot at any spot
- Never gonna stop till you hear the tick-tock and drop
- Hear the shot and remember to me you’re just another opp
- I’m whippin out the steel, these bullets make you squeal
- Cause the pain gonna be real, you gonna hit a slump and kneel
- Show you not to step in my field, this chrome got appeal
- Shoulda brought a shield, cause now you’re never gonna heal