J. Cole - Green Ranger lyrics

[Verse 1: J. Cole] When this sh** dropped I was like 16 Tryna get some head from a mixed thing - big dreams Say goodbye to ripped jeans, n***a got a job Had my little wad, worst fear was getting robbed For my last 50 dollars that I had left over 5 dollars and they pop a n***a in his left shoulder Minimum wage, $5.15 13′s on the whip, kept my sh** clean Actually that was my mama sh** But I'm driving round town on my Obama sh** Middle-cla** my a**, just to get a tank of gas Had to run the guns up the street and pawn the sh** But yeah, I'm headed for a scholarship Little scrap game, but I got a lot of lip Thats why them n***as don't like me and always wanna fight me A dumb n***a hate a smart mouth, most likely I know the game, I'm an expert n***a, how you gonna jump me if my legs work? n***a I'm gone, showed up at the crib tryna bone And I ain't f** yet cause her momma always home God damn, Lord have mercy Please God don't let this little broad have herpes My n***a 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 f**ed then I'll pa**, y'all Utah Jazz-in' And ya'll borin', I don't play n***a, I'm Mark Madsen Thats why my knots thick like a f**ing Kardashian I'm not asking my n***a 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, n***a I'm the Green Ranger (I f**ing ran outta breath) Team major, we party like teenagers I'm in the green Range, n***a I'm the Green Ranger Cole [Lil Wayne] I don't even like this beat but f** it, I'mma only spit a few bars coz I don't like this beat [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] b**h 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 cops house They throwing up them bricks, you better box out My n***as 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 p**y, new money, New Orleans 50 up in that uzi, G-G-G, G-Unit I murk you with that b**h, scratch the serial number, re-use it I'm from the N-O, stretch n***as out like limo's Uzi go zit-zit-zit-zit-zit-zit-zit, that's pimples I'm bout to go banana puddin' You a dyke cause your man a p**y Hit you from the blindside, no Sandra Bullock Never bite the hand that feeds you Always watch the hand that's cooking Tunechi, D4 Ho [Lil Wayne] Shout out Cole You already know what it is, Cole World Wayne's World We in this b**h ho Special delivery at your front door