Rubber Bands & Weight

Uh-huh, yeah, yeah

Uh-huh, yeah

Aye, yo, Al, I got you

Aye, yo, the Butcher comin' ****

Look, I got ten **** with me, all body catchers

That's ten straps and Air Max 97s

You know why we legends, ask the streets, yeah

They watched me stretch it

I put the microwave on 90 seconds

The day my brother died like 9/11

I missed him

He smoked a big one when he took that

Backseat ride to heaven

She see my watch but I don't got a second

This wrist got us extras

It's in the pot doing calisthenics

They talk tough talk but they don't want no issues

All they talk is gunplay but they don't own no pistols

Sat down at a meeting, manteca on the menu

Red laser on the nickel, turn a hater to a Hindu

If you used to being broke, then this paper gon' offend you

**** either dick riding, or they paid for their credentials

I was young the plug told me, "just be patient, I'ma hit you"

"Shit slow, work with me, just take what I can give you"

I took that, doubled back and got greater, I continued

'Cause my loyalty as good as any favor I could lend you

You can hate but I'm official

I don't break 'cause I ain't brittle

That's real G shit

If you a gangster, I commend you, ah

Cocaine jumping out the pot

Rubber bands & weight

Dope fiends walking up the block

Rubber bands & weight

6 A.M. but I ain't closing shop

My other plans can wait

It's Tana, ****, yeah, you know my block

Did twenty grand a day

Cocaine jumping out the pot

Rubber bands & weight

Dope fiends walking up the block

Rubber bands & weight

6 A.M. but I ain't closing shop

My other plans can wait

It's Tana, ****, yeah, you know my block

Did twenty grand a day

My background official, I don't back down from issues

I spin back 'round and get you

Pull my mask down and clip you

You can go and check my record, not a blemish on my file

The whole Griselda bought Rolexes and put VS's on the dial

My man calling home sick, said he stressing over trial

I said, "you get a hundred years, you still a legend in the town"

We was youngsters, who grew to be crooked

They threw me in booking

This beef shit, speak up, this Uzi'll cook it

They played hoops, I played the stoop

With the tool in the bushes

First day I met your old lady, she threw me the pussy

Yeah, we real ****, hundred grand, that's my mother fault

I need another vault, ****, yeah, that's hustler talk

In this game of life, it mean death if you come up short

My man doing a stretch for a body that his brother caught

Cocaine jumping out the pot, so you know

That my post game standing on this block, like Karl Malone, ah

Cocaine jumping out the pot

Rubber bands & weight

Dope fiends walking up the block

Rubber bands & weight

6 A.M. but I ain't closing shop

My other plans can wait

It's Tana, ****, yeah, you know my block

Did twenty grand a day

Cocaine jumping out the pot

Rubber bands & weight

Dope fiends walking up the block

Rubber bands & weight

6 A.M. but I ain't closing shop

My other plans can wait

It's Tana, ****, yeah, you know my block

Did twenty grand a day

Rubber bands & weight

Rubber bands & weight

My other plans can wait

Did twenty grand a day

Rubber bands & weight

Rubber bands & weight