[Chorus] Ay, who Im is? Rubber band man Wild as the Taliban 9 in my right, 45 in my other hand Who Im 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 niggaz like tha Apollo, and Im tha sandman Tote a hundred grand canon in tha waistband Lookn fo a sweet lick? well this is tha wrong place man Seven tyme felon, what I care bout a case man? Im campaignin to bury tha hate, so say yo grace man Ay, I dont talk behind a nigga back, I say it in his face Im a thoroughbred nigga, I dont fake and I dont hate Check my resume nigga, my records impeccable Anywhere in tha A nigga how TIP is highly respectable And tha M-I-A nigga Im tryna keep it professional Cause all this tongue rastling finna have me snapn, Im telln you From the bottom of tha Duval, Cakalacky to New York And everybody shown me love thats one to you all Yeah, to all my Florida niggaz, my Cakalacky niggaz, my LA niggaz [Chorus 2x] [Verse 2] Call me trouble man, stayd in some trouble man Some niggaz still haten on shawty so, they some suckas man Got a couple fans that love to do nothing other than Lick, suck, show no spect, but still I love em man Dig it, lil pimpin got tha mind and tha muscle Stay down on his grind put tha crown on tha hustle Ay, I could show ya how to juggle anything and make it double Weed, blow, reel estate, liquor sto wit no trouble Young cats is playn today Marvin Gaye of my time Tryna stay alive, liven how I say in my rhymes My cousin used to tell me, take this shyt a day at a tyme And told me Friday died, Sunday we a day in tha ground I still smile cause somehow I know he seen me now And so Im doing all my shows just like he in the crowd Ay, throw ya lightas up for my cousin Toot, (Rest In Peace) 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 tha struggle man My folk gon trap, until they come up wit another plan Stack and crumble bread to get theyself off they momma land Gangstas who been servin, since you was don tha runn man Went down, did 10, back round and rich again Thats why Im young wit tha soul of a ole man Im shell shocked, get shot slow ya roll man Still ryde around with tha glock on patrol man I aint robbing, Im just lookin for that dro man For ma niggaz slangin blow, pimpin hoes Rollin vogues, 24s Let these other niggaz know [Chorus 2x]
Artist: T.I.
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