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!