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conversations.value: Write me a song called Green Ranger with the following description: On “Green Ranger,” Cole reminisces on his teen years, and calls back to when “Special Delivery” was released, the instrumental used in this song. On Wayne’s verse, he simply throws clever punchlines, mentioning rappers and using fire-arm metaphors. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro: DJ Drama]
  You know I've been talkin shit for a generation now
  'Bout that time for me to kick my feet up
  Y'know? Move on to other endeavors
  Who's ready to take the torch?
  Somebody? Anybody?
  Haven't I taught you everything?
  [Verse 1: J. Cole]
  When this shit dropped, I was like 16
  Tryna get some head from a mixed thing, big dreams
  Say goodbye to ripped jeans, nigga got a job
  Had my little wad, worst fear was getting robbed
  For my last 50 dollars that I had left over
  Five dollars and they pop a nigga in his left shoulder
  Minimum wage, $5.15
  13s on the whip, kept my shit clean, uh
  Actually that was my mama shit
  But I’m drivin' 'round town on my Obama shit
  Middle-class my ass, just to get a tank of gas
  Had to run the guns up the street and pawn the shit
  But yeah, I’m headed for a scholarship
  Little scrap game but I got a lot of lip
  That's why them niggas don’t like me and always wanna fight me
  A dumb nigga hate a smart mouth most likely
  Uh, I know the game, I’m an expert
  Nigga, how you gonna jump me if my legs work?
  Nigga I'm gone,
   showed up at the crib tryna bone
  And I ain't fuck yet 'cause her mama always home
  God damn, L-Lord have mercy
  Please God, don’t let this little broad have herpes
  My nigga say she fast like Jackie Joyner-Kersee
  Gold medals if we gave hoes medals
  No rose petals on a bed in the ghettos
  Spiderman sheets, got her singing falsetto
  Tall white tee’s, can’t believe we used to wear those
  White folks looking at us like we’re weirdos
  But we was only kiddos
  Grabbing titties in the club, pocket full of Skittle
  Tryna get the kitty was like tryna solve a riddle
  Tryna get to Diddy cause I murder instrumentals
  This that good old fashioned Mark Jackson
  Fucked then I’ll pass,
   y’all Utah Jazz-in'
  Ya borin’, 
  I don’t play nigga, I’m Mark Madsen
  That's why my knots thick like a fucking Kardashian
  I’m not askin', my nigga I don’t need favors
  I’m in the streets with the fiends, I done seen danger
  My team major, we party like teenagers
  I’m in the green Range, nigga I’m the Green Ranger
  I fucking ran outta breath, heh
  Team major, we party like teenagers
  I’m in the green Range, nigga I’m the Green Ranger
  Cole [Interlude: Lil Wayne]
  Yeah, yeah, yeah
  I don't even like this beat but fuck it
  I'ma only spit a few bars 'cause I don't like this beat, let's go
  [Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
  Uh, bitch I’m not old news, I’m more like gold shoes
  She eat my whole dick, she like Whole Foods
  They say I’m old school, but I dropped out
  Drop ya body off, at a cop's house
  They throwin' up them bricks, you better box out
  My niggas got enough white to build Barack house
  I got my drawers on, Sam Rothstein
  .44 on my waist, Rick Ross jeans
  I’ve been faded, stone wash jeans
  New pussy, new money, New Orleans
  50 up in that uzi, G-G-G-G-Unit
  I murk you with that bitch, scratch the serial number, re-use it, uh
  I’m from the N-O, stretch niggas out like limo’s
  Uzi go zit-zit-zit-zit-zit-zit-zit, that's pimples, uh
  I’m bout to go banana puddin’, hehe
  You a 
  dyke
   'cause your man a pussy
  Hit you from the blindside, no Sandra Bullock
  Never bite the hand that feeds you
  Always watch the hand that’s cookin'
  Tunechi [Outro: Lil Wayne]
  Hahaha, yeah man, 
  D4
   ho
  Shout out Cole, you already know what it is
  Cole World, 
  Wayne’s World
  We in this bitch ho
  Special delivery 
  at your front door
  Hahahahahahaha, redbone biatch!