The Challenge

Yeah, who know the challenge

You? You know the challenge

Maybe, let’s go
Who know the challenge of tryna toe up the balance

Tryna find a little sound inside the silence

Define the style as some polished and full of solace

Yo, but I’m billy goating goals like I’m Eilish, now close your eyelidsBig t-shirt sales can help the mileage

I ain’t learn none of this in college if we being honеst

Ayo, I was really just floating on a island

Realizing that it’s on me if I wanna keep on smiling

But freestyling just to show еm it’s free

Ain’t the same thing as flowing so deliberately

It’s like the infinite me, I gotta distill it right now

Just gimme the beat, if they can see it I’m writing light down

I hope some other universe can feel the ripples go

I heard that life is a bitch, I’m sucking nipples though

Aye make the best of it, dog–that’s my testament

I been on the fence again feeling like a resident

On defense again, the grass looking greener

I sense a green eyed monster inside your demeanor

If they want what you got and there’s not two spots

They gon take what they want and leave you with the oowop

The soup pot lid get hot when it start to bubble up

Young heads fuck with my shit like I stepped my mumbles up

Hit the ground running like I jumped in double dutch

Street flavor rhythm but he country as fuck, ayo

Who know the challenge of tryna toe up the balance

Tryna find a little sound inside the silence

Define the style as some polished and full of solace

Yo, but I’m billy goating goals like I’m Eilish, now close your eyelidsTall t-shirts because the shoulders so broad

Kick it in the mountains where there’s bluegrass and folk art

The flow sod dirty, the French Broad’s heard me

Been going hard so long I can’t recall thirty

I got old one day–it could happen to you

I think the coldest way might be just seeing it through

Ayo, seeing the vision ain’t even half of the battle

A lot of work to put in and this world’ll test your metal

If you rattled don’t show it, they gon feast on your weakness

You a beast coming low out the blocks like at the Preakness

Yo turn your swag on and you a dragon

Breath all your fire, guard your gold with a passion

Attack a goal and mash on, if they latch on

That’s cool, but if not leave em behind, we finding action

Tote a axe for any cypher competitor

If they wanna show they ass–well, I’m a stegosaur

Just be a vessel for the extra terrestrial

From the sky on the ground now there’s mud in your vestibule

Extra cool on the mic with a mess of news

But put a foot up your ass for stepping on the shoes

What’s to lose when it’s win time

Aye how we spend time determine how we finish on the end line

Who know the challenge