Lone Ranger

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Part 1

[Verse: AJet2F, DC3]
See I’m still working on plans for the paper
I try to bake bread with all my brothers
My broski has the brightest neck
Her wet diamonds, need more gold
I’m not outside, I just go around the roads
I’m probably working with more flow
I’ll be on your playlist soon
My brother said I’m famous now I need more than one pose
But I don’t take pictures, I’m more than a ghost
They say I’m fluid on beats like Jackson
Spit fire like a dragon
Ticks like Nike on ting music
Lil Tecca, I’m not talking about “Ransom”
Still to juggle, I’m way too enlightened
When I see you [?]

I’m so vague i can speak latin
Ayy, he said he can speak Latin
Crazy, I can speak in spanish
Mucho gusto, I’m 2F, what’s wrong?
Most of my bredrins say I’m blessed for rap
Really, I was way too fast before they put me on Rising Talents
Now they want me to rise, that’s the norm
Keep it steady, I need to increase my balance (Listen, look)
Gettin ‘gyal ain’t no money [?]
So “stick to the grind” what I said to my brother
Need a villain sent me like Emily
No swing, I have ups and downs
Like Ne-Yo, so fed up with them man
Talking is cheap, they wanna hate my brother
They want to be united like in the United States
We’ll have exploded by then like Joe

Me and Broski just vibrate with this
Do you hear the beat? Man slips with it
Paper is a plus, I don’t die with it
I don’t wanna die young but I don’t roll with this
Like Arrdee, I don’t roll with this
‘Cause I’m stuck with blood like cement, no bricks
Never be left on the side like a Sideman
I am a well known star like Vikk

They say we got skills like Neymar
We’re on the ground making rainbow movies
Listen, I fly too much like a jet
We are in the sky and we take trips
I’m not from the neighborhood like J-Lo
It’s not a game show, it’s true, I took risks
They are salty because I am ready like the walkers
Brother, did you get that phrase?
I did

Part 2

[Verse: Hzino, NERDZ]
I took an L, now it’s back to basics
Bando, baby, before the rap, it’s the trap that pays me
Hooyo macaan thinks I’m stuck in my ways
looked at me like, “Son, are you going to change?”, caadi
Tell the opp boys come on kali
All I hear they have beef with the Malis
But in their rap, they speak Somali
I don’t know wagwan for the charges
I spoke online, I couldn’t support your dargie
You can’t say you’re a young activist
You never had a weapon or an army
Too many mandem speak on my behalf
They’re just pissed off that their lines are dreadful
Don’t get mad, I’m far from being a trapper
And my-

Niggas get washed and they ain’t paid
Kidnap who? Nigga, stay in your lane
Fully paid all my brothers and I don’t know the ace
Four ’til a nigga really freeze
We cannot work if you are not Arcane
I need nude mediums and I’m sick of the rocks
Too many times I have witnessed payment failures
Brother I’m far from lucky

M on his head, I’m not talking about Vegeta
Uh, I got beef with nerds
And at the same time I have beef with pussies
And the feds keep taking my niggas
Like, Free Maz and Free Boogie
If he stumbles, put blades in hoodies
The opps get corn cause they run out of pussy, ha
STC loves driving Skodas but I’m more Polo G
I don’t wanna hear about rhythm
I’m way too young with a need for speed
Need work, so send me the addy
I have jobs for you, indeed
I’m so cold when I say this shit
I’m spinning this room like zero degrees
I don’t like to take breaks, I transplant loads and it’s so crazy
13 years old, never spent a dime, walked in places, still stained
I’m 16, I try to work on myself, music, construction, maintenance
Like Drake, I want champagne, I gotta lead my way
Always go out with a burner on, try mashing with a PGP
Too many men want to be put on but the job I do is not easy P
I network on Telegram, I worked, I try to help the family
Wake up early, work on PCs, do some P, then I’m out for scran

Part 3

[Verse: HAZEY]
I have to mix these packs and potions
No P until I put a SIM in a burner
I’m on the box like Werner, backroad lurker
Fully paid, my brother, I’m an employee
I fly over, I’m a head turner
The older ones are washed like Sami Khedira
And he should start calling me uncle
Cause when I speak on these beats they get murdered
I had to make pebbles together, close the curtains
Late nights in the lab, I’m still working
Clear facts and reversal drops
I took an L and continued to learn
I can’t stop now it’s not working
Purge until the phone continues to tweak
I have to change places, they’re still hiding
Big batch cookin ‘up, due to put work in
Ten toes, I don’t fall in the trench
And when they need more I’m back like I’m Trent
I move around, I don’t sit on the bench
I open the doors as they’re stuck on the fence
And I still try to pop like bubble wrap
Flyin ‘packs OT, just a con artist
I never had a P ’til we juggle packs
If your bird is ten, I might double tap

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