Rang 2 Rang

By T.R@bb

On Art Always

Released on November 14, 2014

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[Verse 1]

From block to block they know my name

These broads kiss me rang to rang

I might hop my whip then buy a chain

Play my verse in turning lanes

Watch me swang, watch me swang

I'm walking like I need a cane

I'm flexing like I'm serving 'caine

Blowing dank and drinking [?]

Showing my elbows on verses, claiming rank

Still clean my shoelaces in the sank

Still put 'em behind bars, you hear the clank

Wrecking ball at Wells Fargo, broke the bank

Play in the street, you should know what it is

Damn, free my brother Sid the Kid

Like a million dollar auction pick

The gave bro the longest bid


[Bridge]

But give me room, give me room

Give me room, give me room

Give me room, give me room

Give me room, give me room

You should bet on me, bet on me

Bet on me, bet on me

What you want me to hit nigga, seven or eleven?

Bet on me, bet on me


[Verse 2]

The second verse gets the hearse

My bars mean, my flow is worse

I'm smashing every ten I see until I retire sire, let me reverse

Every verse gets the hearse

My beats mean, my bars worse

I retire hitting, every ten I see over in Tennessee, Jevon Kearse

Tell 'em put they coat on

My lyrics getting too cold for 'em

Does this rag smell like chloroform?

Knock out line, let me roll on

In this Icecream and BBC

Plus I'm rocking cold stones

Told my contractor to build a moat around the crib

Show these jokers the king's home

And put rottweilers in the water

I'm flexing, finessing, feeling proper

Whipped up in the lil Miata

Hit mine over candy, lil piƱata

I mean caesar's salad at the Caesar's

Feeling like Caesar, no big poppa

Feeling like a mobster eating lobster

Meanwhile on my sofa watching Shottas


[Outro]

From block to block they know my name

These broads kiss me rang to rang

I might hop my whip and buy a chain

Play my verse in turning lane