Rubber Band Man

[Hook] (Ay, who I be?) Rubberband man, wild as the Taliban 9 in my right, 45 in my other hand (Ay, Who I'm is?) Call me "trouble" man Always in trouble, man! Worth a couple hundred grand Chevys all colors, man [Verse 1] Rubberband man Like a one-man band Treat these niggas like the Apollo And I'm the Sandman Tote a hundred grand Cannon in the waistband Looking for a sweet lick? Well this is the wrong place, man 7-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 T.I.P. is highly respectable And in the M.I.A. nigga I'm tryna keep it professional Cause all this tongue rustling Finna have me snappin, I'm telling you From the bottom of the Duval Cakalacky to New York And everybody showing me love That's one to you all Yeah, to all my Florida niggas, my Cakalacky niggas My LA niggas [Hook] [Verse 2] Call me trouble man Stayed in some trouble man Some niggas still hating on shawty But they some suckers, man! Got a couple fans That love to do nothing other than Lick, suck, show 'nuff respect But still I love 'em, man Dig it, little pimping got the mind and the muscle Stay down on his grind Put the crown on the hustle Ay, I could show you how to juggle anything And make it double Weed, blow, real estate, liquor store With no trouble Young Cassius Clay of my day Marvin Gaye of my time Tryna stay alive Living 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 Wednesday in the ground I still smile, cause somehow I know he seeing me now And so I'm doing all my shows Just like he in the crowd Ay, throw your lighters up for my cousin Toot Aaliyah, Left Eye and Jam Master Jay [Hook] [Verse 3] Grand Hustle man Mo' hustles than hustle man "But why the rubber band?" It representing the struggle man! My folk gonna trap Until they come up with another plan Stack a couple grand To get theyself off they mama land Gangsters who been serving Since you was doing the running man Went down, did 10 Back round and rich again That's why I'm young With the soul of an old man I'm shell-shocked, get shot Slow your roll, man Still ride around With the Glock on patrol, man I ain't robbing I'm just looking for that dro, man For my niggas slanging blow, pimping hoes Rollin' vogues, 24s Let these other niggas know