[Chorus:] (Ay, who i'm is?) Rubber band man Wild as the Taliban 9 in my right 45 in my other hand. (who i'm is?) Call me trouble man always in trouble man worth a couple hundred grand chevys, all colors man
[Verse 1:] Rubber band man like a one man band treat these niggas like the Apollo and i'm the sandman. Tote a hundred grand Canon in the waistband Looking fo a sweet lick? Well this is the wrong place man. Seven time felon, what i care about a case man? I'm campaigning to bury the hate, so say ya grace man. Ay, I don't talk behind a nigga back I say it in his face. I'm a thoroughbred nigga. I don't fake and i don't hate. Check my resume nigga. My record's impeccable Anywhere in the A nigga how TIP is highly respectable. And the MIA nigga I'm tryna keep it professional Cause all this tongue rastling. finna have me snappin, i'm tellin you. From the bottom of tha Duval, Cakalacky to New York and everybody showin me love that's one to you all. Yeah, to all my Florida niggas, my Cakalacky niggas my LA niggas
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[Verse 2:] Call me trouble man Stayed in some trouble man Some niggas still hatin on shawty so they some suckas man. Got a couple fans that love to do nothing other than lick, suck, show no respect but still i love em man. Dig it, lil pimpin got the mind and the muscle Stay down on his grind Put the crown on the hustle Ay, I could show ya how to juggle anything and make it double. Weed, blow, real estate, liquor sto wit no trouble. Young cats is playin today Marvin Gaye of my time. Tryna stay alive Livin how i say in my rhymes. My cousin used to tell me take this shit a day at a time. and told me Friday, died Sunday We a day in the ground. I still smile cuz somehow I know he seeing me now and so i'm doing all my shows just like he in the crowd. Ay, tho ya lightas up for my cousin Toot, Aaliyah, Left Eye and Jam Master Jay.
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[Verse 3:] Grand Hustle man Mo hustles than hustle man. But why the rubber band? It representin the struggle man. My folk gon trap until they come up wit another plan Stack and crumble bread to get theyself off they mama land. Gangstas who been servin since you was doing the runnin man. Went down, did 10 back round and rich again. That's why i'm young wit the soul of a old man I'm shell shocked, get shot slow ya roll man. Still ride around with the glock on patrol man. I ain't robbing, I'm just lookin for that dro man. For ma niggas slangin blow, pimpin hos Rollin vogues, 24s. Let these other niggas know.
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