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Lone Ranger
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Hzino
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Part I Sphero Look, still workin' on plans for paper Tryna make bread with all of my bro's My broski got the brightest neck His diamonds wet, need more of the gold I ain't outside, just tourin' the roads I'm probably workin' with more of the flows I'll soon be on your playlist Bro said I'm famous now, I need more of a pose (Ayy) But I don't take pics, I'm more than a ghost (Look, listen) They say I'm smooth on beats like Jackson Spit fire like a dragon Ticks like Nike on a music ting Lil Tecca, I ain't talkin' "Ransom" Stay juggin', I'm way too lit When I spit, they'll pay for my bars like ransom Sono troppo ondulato I'm so wavy, I can speak in Latin Ayy, he said he can speak in Latin Crazy, I can speak in Spanish Mucho gusto, I'm 2F, what's crackin'? Most my bredrins say I'm blessed at rappin' Really, I was way too fly before they put me up on Rising Talents Now they want me to rise, that's standard Keep it steady, haffi rise my balance (Listen, look) Gettin' gyal and cash ain't gara So, stick to the grind's what I told my bro Need a baddie next to me like Emily No seesaw, I got highs and lows Like Ne-Yo, so sick of them man Talk is cheap, they wan' hate my bro They wanna be United like States I would have blown up by then like Joe (Yo) Me and broski just vibin' with it Are you hearin' the beat? Man's slidin' with it Paper's a plus, I ain't dyin' with it I don't wanna die young but I ain't ridin' with it Like Arrdee, I ain't rollin' with it 'Cause I'm stuck with blood like cement, no bricks Never be left on that side like a Sideman I'm a well-known star like Vikk They said we got skills like Neymar did We're in the field doin' rainbow flicks Look, I'm way too fly like a jet We're up in the sky and we're takin' trips I ain't from the block like J-Lo This ain't no gameshow, true, I be takin' risks They're salty 'cause I'm ready like Walkers Bro, did you catch that phrase? I did (Ayy) Part II Took an L, now it's back to the basics Bando, babe, before the rap, it's the trap that pay me Hooyo macaan think I'm stuck in my ways Looked at me like, "Son, will you change?", caadi Tell the opp boys come kali All I hear they got beef with the Malis But in their rap, they're speakin' Somali I don't know wagwan for the chargies Spoke online, couldn't back your dargie You can't say you're a militant yout You never had no gun or army Too many mandem talk on my name They're just p*ssed that their line is appalling Don't get p*ssed, I'm far from a trapper And my— N***as are washed and they don't get paid Kidnap who? N***a, stay in your lane Fully paid all my bro's and I don't know ace Fours up 'til a n***a really freeze up We can't work if you ain't Arcane I need bare mids and I'm tired of rockies Too many times I've witnessed payment failing Bro, I'm far from lucky M on his head, I ain't talkin' Vegeta Uh, I got beef with nerds And same time, I got beef with pussies And the feds keep takin' my guys Like, free Maz, and free Boogie If he trips, put blades in hoodies Opps get corn 'cause they lack for pu**y, ha STC loves drivin' Skodas but I'm more Polo, g I don't wanna hear no talk 'bout pace I'm way too young with a need for speed Need some work, then send me the addy I've got jobs for you, indeed I'm so cold when I speak this sh*t I turn this room like nought degrees I don't like takin' breaks, I'm graftin' loads and it's so insane Aged 13, never spent one penny, walked in places, always stained I'm aged 16, tryna work on me, music, build, sustain Like Drake, I wanna pop champagne, I've gotta pave my lane Still step out with a burner burnin', tryna mash work with a PGP Too many man wanna be put on but the work I do ain't easy P I'm networkin' on Telegram, I've been workin', tryna help the fam Wake up early, work on PCs, make some P, then I'm out for scran Part III Gotta mix these packs and potions No P's 'til I put a SIM in a burner I'm on the block like Werner, backroad lurker Fully paid, bro, I'm an earner I fly past, I'm a headtop turner Them olders are washed like Sami Khedira And they should start callin' me uncle 'Cause when I speak on these beats, they get murdered Had to pebble up both, shut the curtains Late nights up in the lab, I'm still workin' Straight facts if I’m droppin' a verse in I took an L, then I kept on learnin' You can't stop me now, it's not workin' Purgin' 'til the phone keeps on twerkin' Gotta switch the spot, they're still lurkin' Big bat, cookin' up tunes, I put work in Ten toes, I done laps in the trench And when they need more, I'm right back like I'm Trent I get 'round, I don't sit on the bench I'm openin' doors while they're stuck at the fence And I'm still tryna pop like bubble wrap Flyin' packs OT, just to hustle that Never had no P's 'til we juggled packs If your bird's ten-ten, I might double-tap Ah, that's all I've got
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