Lyrics: Myles Fabien Dar'cy Gooden
Music: Alessandro Gigante/Robert Michael Irving/Roberto Gigante
Man said he's certy in a standoff, must be
smoking the tumbleweed.
Ten man deep in his posse, I came
unaccompanied.
When you're up with the boys at the bar,
Life is a luxury.
I watch your food, man, a hungry.
Yeah, talk is cheap, I don't come for
free.
It'll feel like Buckshot and Billy the
Kid.
Upset that he hit, but he didn't he miss.
Prick found out he was living in piss, no
witnesses.
When you live in the sticks, now we back
in the crib, quit sipping on whisk.
Key door just knocked, it's a mystery,
could be risky, load up 60, if it's that
kid, it's history.
Man try to come to my ranch like he's
hard, pull out the six-shooter and make
him dance.
Blazing fast, man, I ain't for the head,
I ain't taking chances.
Gave my heart for this town and still
know ups, haven't made advancements.
Had a soft spot way back then, but with
all the pain, it hardened
Lone Ranger, keep your paws off my paper.
No pain, no gainers, moving like a
crusader.
No manners in a manner around her, it's
mad, watch it don't change, ya.
Spin the barrel, cock the hammer, got one
in the chamber.
Lone Ranger, keep your paws off my paper.
No pain, no gainers, moving like a
crusader.
No manners, manner, a runner, it's mad,
what you don't change, ya.
Spin the barrel, cock the hammer, got one
in the chamber.
Its going down, but legends will rise.
My flows wanted, dead or alive.
Pulled up, when I said I'll arrive.
Follow the treasure it led to the
prize.
Half cut, so I got red in my eyes.
Still on job, that's pressure applied.
Sent them a honey pot fed on a lie,
then my second in line sent the head to the
sky.
No saving graces, they went all in when I
was playing the aces.
Talk a big game of them, boy did they
bluff, ain't unstuffed, now they wanna
trade places.
They try making wages, but them boy
can't make the payments.
Lost their goal like the OG Lakers, if
they got land, I'm taking acres.
Master, I'm faceless, go away and come
back like Oasis.
Best done, so I'm plated, without my
nine, I'm naked.
Master, don't need training, drama weβre
creating, karma owes me favours.
I'm a farmer for the flavours, going hard
on the sweet one, grinding harder for
paper, money, money
I need that.
Money, money, I'm a maker.
Yeah, I ride for my kinfolk.
I supply all my neighbours.
One last big bank job, then weβll hide in
Jamaica.
Lone Ranger, keep your paws off my paper.
No pain, no gain, nah.
Moving like a crusader.
No manners in a manor.
Round here, it's mad, watch it don't
change ya.
Spin the barrel, cock the hammer, got one
in the chamber.
Lone Ranger, keep your paws off my paper
No pain, no gainers, moving like a
crusader No manners, manner around, it's
mad, what you don't change, ya Spin the
barrel, cock the hammer, got one in the
chamber