Lyrics:
Range Finally

Wake up in the morning in the moonlight grey We got dirt to break, we got a note to pay Gonna plow, plow to the end of the row Wake up in the morning

the mystical way Surrounded by what seemed a thousand golden angels at play Behind were Centaurs, elves, bright fairies all in colors of jade On the very final

it start? You know the block was ill as a youngster Every night it was like a, cop would get ****** Body found in the dumpster For real a hustler, purchased my Range

he saw The cheeks of his mother the eyes of his father As each day crashed around him the future stood revealed He was turning into his parents The final

range rover. [Hdc Final verse] This the final

out of rhymes Brett, from my ByStorm family, with Angie Come live from the streets, from Harlem to Q.B And when it drops, game over, you'll see Introducin, finally

in she came with the same type game The type of girl givin' out the fake cell phone and name Big fame, she like cats with big thangs Jewels chip, money clip, phone flip, the six range

Louis kicks on my fifth right? Dirty lame lookin' at me wrong? Tell 'em get right Light reflecting off the Bentley watch, now I'm lit right? Sixes on the candy range

in about an hour Now free to go free to blow with the calicos and the navajos it's just the way this player knows anything goes, finally caught up