[Verse 1: Julian]
You see it's Rangers nigga, you know what it is, we dem 4 dudes that influence all the kids, and we came from nothing but we finna have it all, on my way to the top, we could die if we fall and all haters and the fakers make us greater, niggas be talking non-sense I need a translator, wait up, I'm on the grind cause I'm skater cool, 10 seconds from the finish line I'll see you later dude, so cuff your girl or we'er going to take her, let me hit it like the doggers cause I'm ballin like the lakers from the city of Angels, yea I'm flying with the highest til my wings get tangled we tight you can't deny it.
[Verse 2: Langston]
The top is where we climbing to, don't need no help nawl it's cool, niggas tryna sign us too, what you think that I'm a fool?! Niggas tryna make their money in the game, cause they want their own fame and the game it's not the same, you could blame... all these television ganstas reason why I say that cause they all ah bunch fakers, but we the RANGERS, the strangers we don't gang bang but all we make is bangers. I don't't like the look of this and I don't like the look of that if a bitch ever try to set me up I hitta with a smack, HA! just for fun you see us coming from far away you better run!
[Verse 3: Day-Day]
See the swagg so mean but the style so clean, Old Spice, wish they could be as fresh as me but that's mission impossible, nigga you Tom Crusing I'm just crusing who looking for a brusin?! Dude I'm fly captain of plane, in the cotpit doing thangs you neva seen, fresh white-tee popping, skinny jean rockin, it's rangers all day and the haters we nockin'! So nigga shutup don't get me starte, deadlest warrior and I'm the star of it, I'm aiming with my bow and ya'll niggas is the star of it, I don't think you want beef so don't get me started.
[Verse 4: Spotlight]
It's the eve of destruction, slanging heavy you a lightweight, bounce up in the party like a boss yo chick I'm gon take, bout to get ugly like a chick on a blind date, you niggas hungary, O well cause I ate, and I don't through life looking for a soul late I'm bout my fast bake so slow cake I won't take stepping up to the base, now watch me reach home plate, my money don't stay still bitch it rotate, Wait! tell me why you hatin I don't see no f*cking reason I'll ball year 'round, you niggas leaning for the season, chewed up the beat and let the instrumental bleed and after I smash ya girl well you know that I deleted her!