Green Ranger
DJ Drama
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You know I've been talkin shit
For a generation now
'Bout that time for me to kick my feet up
Y'know? Move on to other endeavors
Who's ready to take the torch?
Somebody? Anybody?
Haven't I taught you everything?
When this shit dropped, I was like 16
Tryna get some head from a mixed thing
Big dreams
Say goodbye to ripped jeans, nigga got a job
Had my little wad
Worst fear was getting robbed
For my last 50 dollars that I had left over
Five dollars and they pop a
Nigga in his left shoulder
Minimum wage, $515
13s on the whip, kept my shit clean, uh
Actually that was my mama shit
But Iโm drivin' 'round town on my Obama shit
Middle-class my ass
Just to get a tank of gas
Had to run the guns up the
Street and pawn the shit
But yeah, Iโm headed for a scholarship
Little scrap game but I got a lot of lip
That's why them niggas donโt like me
And always wanna fight me
A dumb nigga hate a smart mouth most likely
Uh, I know the game, Iโm an expert
Nigga, how you gonna jump me if my legs work?
Nigga I'm gone
Showed up at the crib tryna bone
And I ain't fuck yet 'cause
Her mama always home
God damn, L-Lord have mercy please God
Donโt let this little broad have herpes
My nigga say she fast
Like Jackie Joyner-Kersee
Gold medals if we gave hoes medals
No rose petals on a bed in the ghettos
Spiderman sheets, got her singing falsetto
Tall white teeโs
Canโt believe we used to wear those
White folks looking at us like weโre weirdos
But we was only kiddos
Grabbing titties in the club
Pocket full of Skittle
Tryna get the kitty was like
Tryna solve a riddle
Tryna get to Diddy cause
I murder instrumentals
This that good old fashioned Mark Jackson
Fucked then Iโll pass, yโall Utah Jazz-in'
Ya borinโ, I donโt play nigga
Iโm Mark Madsen that's why my knots thick
Like a fucking Kardashian
Iโm not askin', my nigga I donโt need favors
Iโm in the streets with the fiends
I done seen danger
My team major, we party like teenagers
Iโm in the green Range
Nigga Iโm the Green Ranger
I fucking ran outta breath, heh
Team major, we party like teenagers
Iโm in the green Range
Nigga Iโm the Green Ranger cole
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't even like this beat but fuck it
I'ma only spit a few bars 'cause
I don't like this beat, let's go
Uh, bitch Iโm not old news
Iโm more like gold shoes
She eat my whole dick, she like Whole Foods
They say Iโm old school, but I dropped out
Drop ya body off, at a cop's house
They throwin' up them bricks
You better box out
My niggas got enough white
To build Barack house
I got my drawers on, Sam Rothstein
44 on my waist, Rick Ross jeans
Iโve been faded, stone wash jeans
New pussy, new money, New Orleans
50 up in that uzi, G-G-G-G-Unit
I murk you with that bitch, scratch
The serial number, re-use it, uh
Iโm from the N-O
Stretch niggas out like limoโs
Uzi go zit-zit-zit-zit-zit-zit-zit
That's pimples, uh
Iโm bout to go banana puddinโ, hehe
You a dyke 'cause your man a pussy
Hit you from the blindside, no Sandra Bullock
Never bite the hand that feeds you
Always watch the hand thatโs cookin' tunechi
Hahaha, yeah man, D4 ho
Shout out Cole, you already know what it is
Cole World, Wayneโs World
We in this bitch ho
Special delivery at your front door
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha, redbone biatch!