Letra de Lone Ranger - AJet2F

(Feat. NERDZ (UK), Hzino, DC3)

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 pissed that their line is appalling

Don't get pissed, I'm far from a trapper

And my—

Niggas are washed and they don't get paid

Kidnap who? Nigga, stay in your lane

Fully paid all my bro's and I don't know ace

Fours up 'til a nigga 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 pussy, 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 shit

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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