Chords for Lil Wayne - Green Ranger (ft. J Cole) [Dedication 4]

_ _ You know I've been talking shit for a generation now.
It's about that [A] time for me to kick my feet [D] up. _
_ Move on to other endeavors.
_ _ [A]
Who's ready to take the torch?
_ [Dm] _ Somebody?
_ [Bb]
Anybody?
_ Haven't I talked to you every day?
[Ebm] When this shit dropped I was like 16
Trying to get some head from a mixed thing
Big dreams, say goodbye to ripped jeans
Nigga gotta die, had my lil' white
Worst fear was getting robbed for my last $50 that I had left over
$5 and they popped a nigga in his left shoulder
Minimum wage, 5.15
Thirteens on the whip, kept my shit clean
Actually that was my momma's shit
But I'm driving around town on my Obama shit
Middle class my ass just to get a tank of gas
Had to run the guns up the street and pawn the shit
But yeah I'm headed for a scholarship
Lil' scrap game but I got a lot of left
That's why them niggas don't like me and always want fight me
I'm a dumb nigga, hate a smart mouth most likely
I know the game, I'm an expert
Nigga, how you gon' jump me if my legs work?
Nigga I'm gone, soda better crib trombone
And I ain't fucked yet cause my momma always home
God damn, Lord have [Eb] mercy
Please God don't let this lil' broad have herpes
My nigga say she fast like Jackie's on her curse
See, gold medals if we gave hoes medals
No rose petals on a bed in the ghettos
Spider-man's cheeks gotta sing a falsetto
Tall white T's, can't believe we used to wear those
White folks looking at us like we widows
[Ebm] _
But we was only kiddos
Grabbing titties in the club, pocket full of skittles
Try and get the titties was like trying salborito
Try and get the ditty cause I murder instrumentals
It's that good old fashion, Mark Jackson
Fucked and I passed, y'all Utah Jazz in your barn
I don't play nigga, I'm Mark Natson
That's why my knots stick like a fucking Kardashian
I'm not [Bb] asking my nigga, I don't [Ebm] need favors
I'm in the streets with the fiends, out of scene danger
My teenager, we party like teenagers
I'm in the green range nigga, I'm the green range
Catch the green thing, green thing, green thing
I fucking ran out of breath _
Teenager, we party like teenagers
I'm in the green range nigga, I'm the green range
Yeah, yeah, yeah
_ I don't even like this beat
But fuck it, I'm only spending like a few bucks and I don't like this beat
Bitch I'm not old news, I'm more like gold [Eb] shoes
She eat my whole dick, she like whole foods
They say I'm old school, but I dropped out
Dropped the body off, at a cop's house
They throwing up them bricks, you better box out
My nigga's got enough fight to build a rock house
I got my drawers on, Sam Rothstein
44 on my waist, Rick Ross jeans
I been faded, [Ebm] stonewashed jeans
New pussy, new money, new Arlene
Slick it up in that Uzi, G-G-G-G unit
I murk you with that bitch, scratch the serial number, reuse it
I'm from the N-O, stretch niggas out like [Em] limos
That Uzi go zit, zit, zit, zit, zit, zit, zit That's [Ebm] pimples
I'm about to go banana pudding
You a dyke cause your man a pussy
Hit you from the blind side, no sad rebullent
Never bite the hand that feeds you, always watch the hand that's cooking _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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