An alien on a planet full of you mortals
A savage that lacks some morals
This boy way too far from normal, uh
I had some women that tried to mess up my vision
It's funny they didn't listen, I said that I'm on a mission, wow
Somebody go hit up Bobby
I'm tryna cop me some bodies on beats
The flow never sloppy, I'm tryna blow a mill
They copy, I'll kamikaze like Em when he fires shotties
Turn your career to a hobby, these voids I gotta fill
Hit me up, I am like what in the, uh
Talking myself I am full of it, uh
Down in the lab removing the mask, finding a beat then I'm cooking it, uh
Whipping up fire that's primitive, yuh
Plotting, I've been in my element, yuh
Every night writing till I see the light and I still do not think that I do it enough, damn
Oh man, another hit for the fam
Way too many upperclassmen I'd scoop if I got the chance
Boy I learned to love the struggle want bundles of hundred bands
I won't ever get to blow if I always stick to the plan, uh
Rambo on verses
This rapping, my throats been hurting
No worries, I'll blow for certain
For now I'm keeping the curtains closed
Too many foes are watching my every move, damn
The boy is cold, I told you you gotta move fam
Woah man
Fame is highly improbable
Talking about the best in the game then my name is optimal
Got the verses on lock so when I be getting to writing I tend to act highly volatile
Possibly diabolical
If you want it, I'll end you in 16 bars and it's easy
Trust me, regardless of what you come with I'll slaughter you, uh
A part of me really wants to let go on all of you
Put em all in the coffin like Starchy, something I gotta do is
Rap nice and blow up, wait
Really I don't know cause these artists will sell their soul
Just to have a track that goes golden, wait
Yeah I wanna cop the Wraith but don't want cameras in my face
Boy I'm going ape if you even attempt to take my place, wow
I do not run with that stuff
Water, that's all in my cup
Y'all do not drink it enough
I'm tryna write because all these beats are enticing me
Sovereign of the mic, that's a plight if you tryna fight with me
It's Ranger
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An alien on a planet full of you mortals
A savage that lacks some morals
This boy way too far from normal, uh
I had some women that tried to mess up my vision
It's funny they didn't listen, I said that I'm on a mission, wow
Somebody go hit up Bobby
I'm tryna cop me some bodies on beats
The flow never sloppy, I'm tryna blow a mill
They copy, I'll kamikaze like Em when he fires shotties
Turn your career to a hobby, these voids I gotta fill
Hit me up, I am like what in the, uh
Talking myself I am full of it, uh
Down in the lab removing the mask, finding a beat then I'm cooking it, uh
Whipping up fire that's primitive, yuh
Plotting, I've been in my element, yuh
Every night writing till I see the light and I still do not think that I do it enough, damn
Oh man, another hit for the fam
Way too many upperclassmen I'd scoop if I got the chance
Boy I learned to love the struggle want bundles of hundred bands
I won't ever get to blow if I always stick to the plan, uh
Rambo on verses
This rapping, my throats been hurting
No worries, I'll blow for certain
For now I'm keeping the curtains closed
Too many foes are watching my every move, damn
The boy is cold, I told you you gotta move fam
Woah man
Fame is highly improbable
Talking about the best in the game then my name is optimal
Got the verses on lock so when I be getting to writing I tend to act highly volatile
Possibly diabolical
If you want it, I'll end you in 16 bars and it's easy
Trust me, regardless of what you come with I'll slaughter you, uh
A part of me really wants to let go on all of you
Put em all in the coffin like Starchy, something I gotta do is
Rap nice and blow up, wait
Really I don't know cause these artists will sell their soul
Just to have a track that goes golden, wait
Yeah I wanna cop the Wraith but don't want cameras in my face
Boy I'm going ape if you even attempt to take my place, wow
I do not run with that stuff
Water, that's all in my cup
Y'all do not drink it enough
I'm tryna write because all these beats are enticing me
Sovereign of the mic, that's a plight if you tryna fight with me
It's Ranger
A savage that lacks some morals
This boy way too far from normal, uh
I had some women that tried to mess up my vision
It's funny they didn't listen, I said that I'm on a mission, wow
Somebody go hit up Bobby
I'm tryna cop me some bodies on beats
The flow never sloppy, I'm tryna blow a mill
They copy, I'll kamikaze like Em when he fires shotties
Turn your career to a hobby, these voids I gotta fill
Hit me up, I am like what in the, uh
Talking myself I am full of it, uh
Down in the lab removing the mask, finding a beat then I'm cooking it, uh
Whipping up fire that's primitive, yuh
Plotting, I've been in my element, yuh
Every night writing till I see the light and I still do not think that I do it enough, damn
Oh man, another hit for the fam
Way too many upperclassmen I'd scoop if I got the chance
Boy I learned to love the struggle want bundles of hundred bands
I won't ever get to blow if I always stick to the plan, uh
Rambo on verses
This rapping, my throats been hurting
No worries, I'll blow for certain
For now I'm keeping the curtains closed
Too many foes are watching my every move, damn
The boy is cold, I told you you gotta move fam
Woah man
Fame is highly improbable
Talking about the best in the game then my name is optimal
Got the verses on lock so when I be getting to writing I tend to act highly volatile
Possibly diabolical
If you want it, I'll end you in 16 bars and it's easy
Trust me, regardless of what you come with I'll slaughter you, uh
A part of me really wants to let go on all of you
Put em all in the coffin like Starchy, something I gotta do is
Rap nice and blow up, wait
Really I don't know cause these artists will sell their soul
Just to have a track that goes golden, wait
Yeah I wanna cop the Wraith but don't want cameras in my face
Boy I'm going ape if you even attempt to take my place, wow
I do not run with that stuff
Water, that's all in my cup
Y'all do not drink it enough
I'm tryna write because all these beats are enticing me
Sovereign of the mic, that's a plight if you tryna fight with me
It's Ranger
Writer: Jerell Reed
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