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Challenge Play
Hip-Hop/Rap
Challenge Play was released on June 20, 2022 by Fig Loop Studios as a part of the album The Red - EP
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Release DateJune 20, 2022
LabelFig Loop Studios
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Malik Jermaine Tate
Malik Jermaine Tate
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nick White
Nick White
Mixing Engineer
Epik The Dawn
Epik The Dawn
Producer
92Stills
92Stills
Photography

Lyrics

(Mr. Red better watch 'yo back because 40 coming)
Should've known glitters ain't gold
Budda man never sell a soul
Budda should've known
To never put trust in a foe
Now I gotta throw a flag on you hoes
Should've known glitters ain't gold
Budda man never sell a soul
Budda should've known
To never put trust in a foe
Now I gotta throw a flag on you hoes
Budda on the clock five fifty nine ticking
His finger on the trigger finna scratch glock itching
Dream of a cherry red 'rari top missing
But aye I get around in my VUE, not tripping
He ain't read a book but he clever with the AR
Everybody foul but nobody wanna take charge?
Would you even spar if you couldn't wear a face guard?
You brave with the homies but a bitch in a face off
Man to man flow keep the zone in 'ya panties
Leaking from the pad keep it tucked in 'ya grannies
Power and respect but it's love for the family
Got cuz tryna brand me like it's love but a whammy
Had enough, **** wanna kill my buzz
Wanna kill my vibe, they wanna steal my love
I'm a keep it 100 grand I don't hold no punch
I don't show no love to any promo thugs nah
Should've known glitters ain't gold
Budda man never sell a soul
Budda should've known
To never put trust in a foe
Now I gotta throw a flag on you hoes
Should've known glitters ain't gold
Budda man never sell a soul
Budda should've known
To never put trust in a foe
Now I gotta throw a flag on you hoes
If I smell fear like a dog I'm a go get 'em
You out of bounds just for thinking you could smoke with 'em
But no lie you a weirdo tryna roll with 'em
Opps catch 'em slipping & they probably putting holes in ya
Only kind never blind the whole vision
You out 'cha mind thinking you can blow the whole mission
I peep game water sponge in the soap dishing
Lyrics like a donation plate from a cold Christian
Triple K of white leaders & white Jesus
Black skin getting shunned having white features
How we praise Santa Clause and a white easter?
But condemn blacks just for scuffing up our white sneakers?
Comparing me to false idles, I'm not them
I'm top tier I don't care about your top ten
All these sheep minds in boxed in
I'm more focused on the masters so my name always locked in ****
Should've known glitters ain't gold
Budda man never sell a soul
Budda should've known
To never put trust in a foe
Now I gotta throw a flag on you hoes
Should've known glitters ain't gold
Budda man never sell a soul
Budda should've known
To never put trust in a foe
Now I gotta throw a flag on you hoes
Take a deep breath this hole became sauna though
I don't like the period ends, only the commas bro
Baby mouth open, thinking we playing home alone?
Food only matter to me? Probably provolone
Living in a city of back stabbers and heartbreaks
I'm in a city of sunshine and dark rage
Banging avenues 'lil **** was raised up
Don't ever smoke a strangers blunt could be laced up
But I don't smoke so the worries never grow
Kuna matata when they see a **** flow
That shit out the window if you ever touch the homie
I'll snatch the weave out 'cha little pony, ha
Small warning if you catch my drift
I don't think you understand who the fuck I is
Peep the avi on my Twitter I was taught by Nip
I'm next man coming here to take yo shift ****
Written by: Malik Jermaine Tate
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