CHALLENGER'S RAP

• Verse 1
• Yo, what's up? You think you're better than me, hun?
• I say, "Nigger please," I ain't the one to run,
• Rollin' deep through the streets, yeah it's me and the team,
• Got the block on lock, livin' life like a dream,
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• Ridin' on them 24s, feel that bass hit hard,
• All these haters talkin' loud, but they don’t got the heart,
• I'm a beast in this game, fresh out the mud,
• Came up from the bottom, now I drip that flood,
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• I ain't playin', I'm slayin', watch the throne I claim,
• Got the city on my back, yeah, you know the name,
• This that Dirty South, flow that’s fresh out the lab,
• Packin’ heat like The Glock in my concrete slab,
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• Verse 2
• Catch me ridin’ dirty, but I keep it so clean,
• Flippin’ through the hood, I'm the king like I’m seen,
• Got the ice on my wrist, but I’m hotter than the sun,
• Tryna test my skills? Boy, you're done, you ain't won,
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• You think you tough? Better step to my face,
• But I promise you ain't ready for this lyrical race,
• Heart of a lion, can’t cage what they define,
• Got my mind on my grind, and I won’t love a dime,
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• Stacking paper like it's Tetris, ain’t no time for the stress,
• When they see me in the flesh, they know I’m coming for the best,
• I grew up in the struggle, now I thrive in the hustle,
• Yeah, I flex on the beat, feel that Southern muscle,
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• Chorus
• So when I roll through your block, better know what's up,
• I ain't friendly with these snakes trying to mess my cup,
• Yo, what’s up? You think you ready for me?
• Step to the side, this the D-South decree,
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• Verse 3
• Haters wanna act like they the kings of the land,
• But I'm spittin’ truth like a preacher with a plan,
• Ain't no mercy for the weak, when I’m ridin’ in the lane,
• I put my soul on the beat, let it rain, let it rain,
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• Gold chains on my neck, but I’m richer in respect,
• Came up in the gutter, so we never second guess,
• Talkin' big, but your pockets stay small,
• When I pull up to the spot, watch your ego fall,
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• Made moves in the night like a shadow in the dark,
• Trust nobody, I'm a thief, I’m just tryna leave a mark,
• So remember my name when you mention the best,
• In the Dirty South, where we flex on the rest,
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• This the anthem, the call, every hustler's delight,
• So turn the volume up, let’s take it to new heights,
• Yo, what's up? You think you better than me, hun?
• Pull the curtains back, boy, this battle's just begun.