No Challenge Freestyle lyrics

Fontaine, I'm the motherf*cking best
f*ck the rookies, I'm coming for the motherf*cking vets
Real n*gga, I'm the only motherf*cker left
Like Russell Westbrook, I'm coming up they motherf*cking chest, look
I'm twice as talented and three times as motivated, so sayin' that I'm underrated is an understatement
I'm coming for n*ggas right [?], ain't nothing sacred
'Cause I'm coming from a town where no-one f*cking made it
Kicking down doors, two guns drew
You chill with b*tch ass n*ggas, then you one too
I kick that sh*t, n*gga this the new kung fu
Balmain G's, keep turning my shoe tongue blue
Young, rugged and thuggin', hate to switch the subject
Yet to met a cop that I f*ck with
Look, if you like it, I love it, talk sh*t and got substance
I'm bustin' if I even see a condom in my luggage
God, I got some intuitions that I try to hide, and I got some deep thought that I keep locked inside
I know a lot of n*ggas older, but they not as wise
No man alive has witnessed the struggles I survived
"Oh, now you think you popping' 'cause you pop quoted?"
Nah n*gga, I think I got it 'cause I'm locked and loaded
And sh*t, y'all could be right where I'm at too, but y'all was chasing the b*tches and wasn't quite as focused
Aww sh*t, some n*ggas I never heard of, a long list of n*ggas I gotta murder
Whole bunch of: "What's that?" and "Who's he?"s
Thought they been stopped lettin' high schoolers in the league
If I'm tryna f*ck it I clack who's in the lead
Scream: "f*ck you!", and then smack who disagrees
It's violence where I'm at, it's AK's and sirens where I'm at
Pray I don't get clipped for driving while I'm black
'Cause we gon' spit it like (ah), kick it like (ah)
b*tches get to grinning every time I ride (by)
The boys spazzin', more bars with more passion
b*tches say I look like a walking orgasm
Bad b*tches on me, don't even call half 'em
Ball shirts is cool, I couldn't afford fashion
Whole lotta n*ggas had it easy, but I earned mine
This sh*t sound like [?] for the first time
This that wake up in the morning, go to work grind
Now my money long like "Free dinners at the church" line
So Lord help me with these demons I've been fighting with
Know we only call on Christ, when the price is it
Yeah I'm backside, but I'm still siding with righteousness
Devil want my soul, but I keep up in the price of it
God, n*gga spittin' like a young Earl Simmons
He might share a chromosomes with a Nasir Jones
He Busta Rhymes wild with it, little bit of Jay-Z, label pass on me must be crazy, look
Either way you slice it my n*gga, I'm nice [?], but get looked over like dark-skinned girls in high school
They always love all these wack-ass rappers with wild views
Like bad b*tches love ugly n*ggas with nice jewels, but me I'm good looking, gifted and I'm talented
Said I couldn't make it from here, that's the analysis
I became a stereotype and then I challenged it
Worked my fingers down to the bone, peep the calluses, look
I ain't blaming where I'm from for where I'm at
My n*gga, I'm sayin' it plays a part though
Carmelo would've been had a ring too, if he had went to Detroit instead of Darko
Rap where I'm at 'cause my heart cold, every night I dream of robbin' a Wells Fargo
Replug my vehicle, couldn't pay the car note
Now I drive a hooptie, with pus*y like El Gallardo
I get women moist, my voice got that bravado
But get me burger-eating b*tch and not a model
Still playing 2K, go half on the bottle
I'm busting n*ggas ass, gamertag, I can add you tomorrow
15 piece wing ding, spicy 'em all
St. Luke's I'm your prodigal child
I been talking to B.I.G like, son, you gotta be proud, ain't been a n*gga like me in a while
[Outro]
Section 8 n*gga, sex symbol that is, you know what I'm sayin'
St. Luke's saved me, St. Luke's Babe Ruth n*gga
I make nothin' but hits n*gga, this for the crib n*gga
Fontaine, n*gga
That link in my bio, hotter than Cinco de Mayo n*gga
f*ck you talkin' 'bout? Whatchu say?
Hey, ay, whatchu say?
Woo, woo, woo, hahaha