[Chorus:]
(Ay, who i'm is?)
Rubber band man
Wild as the Taliban
Rolls in my right
50 large 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 n***as 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 n***a back
I say it in his face
I'm a thoroughbred n***a
I don't fake and i don't hate
Check my resume n***a
My record's impeccable
Anywhere in the A n***a
How TIP is highly respectable
And the MIA n***a
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 n***as, my Cakalacky n***as
My LA n***as
[Chorus 2x]
[Verse 2:]
Call me trouble man
Stayed in some trouble man
Some n***as still hatin on shawty
So they some s**as man
Got a couple fans
That love to do nothing other than
Lick, s**, 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 sh*t 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
[Chorus 2x]
[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 n***as slangin blow, pimpin hoes
Rollin vogues, 24s
Let these other n***as know
[Chorus 2x]