Rubber Bands & Weight

Benny The Butcher

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    Uh huh, yeah, yeah
    Uh huh, yeah
    Ayo, Al, I got you
    Ayo, the Butcher coming, nigga

    Look, I got ten niggas 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
    Niggas 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 and weight
    Dope fiends walking up the block, rubber bands and weight
    6am, but I ain’t closing shop, my other plans can wait
    It’s Tana, nigga, yeah, you know my block, did twenty grand a day
    Cocaine jumping out the pot, rubber bands and weight
    Dope fiends walking up the block, rubber bands and weight
    6am, but I ain’t closing shop, my other plans can wait
    It’s Tana, nigga, yeah, you know my block, did twenty grand a day

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    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 VSs 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 niggas, hundred grand, that’s my mother fault
    I need another vault, nigga, 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 and weight
    Dope fiends walking up the block, rubber bands and weight
    6am, but I ain’t closing shop, my other plans can wait
    It’s Tana, nigga, yeah, you know my block, did twenty grand a day
    Cocaine jumping out the pot, rubber bands and weight
    Dope fiends walking up the block, rubber bands and weight
    6am, but I ain’t closing shop, my other plans can wait
    It’s Tana, nigga, yeah, you know my block, did twenty grand a day

    Rubber bands and weight, rubber bands and weight
    My other plans can wait, did twenty grand a day
    Rubber bands and weight, rubber bands and weight

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