BATAWI - Lone Ranger

I dont act hard, im a hard act to follow
Word to the sweatshirt, my girls love to borrow
Give a fuck about a man and what he feel like
Fuck ya fake follows, women follow me in real life

Fresh up on the scene and I'm sick and tired of you rap promoters
Your word is worthless so you never got your act in order
Washed up artist never got their startup
(POOF) big dreams made of stardust

Lone Ranger, one man Mission to thrive
No back up, plan is kill it or die
Secure the baggage, claim to fame is
Ignoring the average, Mark Cuban
Entrepreneur, a maverick

Swim with the sharks
People Sin in the dark
Bloody water
Smell fear in the thinnest remarks
Sweat equity
Dare y'all to bet with me
Or step to me
And If your all balls
Get vasectomied

They gon
Claim that you won't make it then be saying yo be humble On my
Way to be the greatest now they pay to see me rumble, oh
How sweet that I told you Tastes
I keep it real thought I told you snakes
To bite your tongues

Sole proprietor, Putting out
All the fires of
Your false alarm favorites
My flow extinguisher cadence

Smoke a rapper out while they
Choke and tappin out, black belt face it
I'm better you barely basic

Addicted to my process
And witnessing my progress
Making change, keep the tip
I'm making major gains
Tippin the scale
Shipping clothes in the mail
New shoes but keep my pace the same
Thats how you face the rain

We're both Aces but mine's worth eleven
My mind working in heavenly ways
Odds stacked i raise

Check ya pattern, its a chequered matter
Brain scatters, Black and white to THIS grey matter

CAUSE I'm
Twenty three, fly to shows overseas
Barely broke even when i bought a window seat
Tryna go the distance
All I fuckin know is distant
Far away from home and family
Time to show the difference

Minutes turn to days, as we fill the pages
Memories that jump at me the way I'm filling stages
You know the thrill is amazing
You hope the feeling contagious
B be king (B B King), turned my blues into paintings

Leonardo at the oscars, it feels amazing
Labels want me on their roster, shit im debating
Face it, I get the best of things
Cause I make the best of things
Sensei I could learn ya what the lesson brings

Bout to get my caps on
Singing on my rap songs
I'm the most wanted cause
I kill the beats I rap on
They got posters of your boy downtown
Ticking bomb, this is your countdown

Written by:
Omar El-Batawi

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