Lil Wayne — Green Ranger

[Intro: DJ Drama] 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? [Verse 1: J. Cole] 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, $5.15 13s on the whip, kept my shit clean, uh Actually that was my mama shit But I’m 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, I’m headed for a scholarship Little scrap game but I got a lot of lip That's why them niggas don’t like me and always wanna fight me A dumb nigga hate a smart mouth most likely Uh, I know the game, I’m 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, don’t 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 tee’s, can’t believe we used to wear those White folks looking at us like we’re 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 I’ll pass, y’all Utah Jazz-in' Ya borin’, I don’t play nigga, I’m Mark Madsen That's why my knots thick like a fucking Kardashian I’m not askin', my nigga I don’t need favors I’m in the streets with the fiends, I done seen danger My team major, we party like teenagers I’m in the green Range, nigga I’m the Green Ranger I fucking ran outta breath, heh Team major, we party like teenagers I’m in the green Range, nigga I’m the Green Ranger Cole [Interlude: Lil Wayne] 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 [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Uh, bitch I’m not old news, I’m more like gold shoes She eat my whole dick, she like Whole Foods They say I’m 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 I’ve 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 I’m from the N-O, stretch niggas out like limo’s Uzi go zit-zit-zit-zit-zit-zit-zit, that's pimples, uh I’m bout to go banana puddin’, 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 that’s cookin' Tunechi [Outro: Lil Wayne] Hahaha, yeah man, D4 ho Shout out Cole, you already know what it is Cole World, Wayne’s World We in this bitch ho Special delivery at your front door Hahahahahahaha, redbone biatch!