Rubberband
Rubber band on my wrist, so you know the game
Bitches thinking they be playing with a game
Ain't nobody ever tell you we the same
Looking for it 'till we drop dead in a grave
I'm in pain,
I can feel face down to the feet up, switching lanes
Running a base, coming in peace
Ready to drop in to the 51 for a fake
How does it taste
Fall on your face
Running the front lawn 'cause the concrete isn't paved
On green lots with yachts and lakes
I can tell your shit is fake
I got bass and 808's
Captivate the kids with solace, they don't understand my hate
They got silver spoon
I got paper plate
They got navy blue
I got cloudy grey
I'm like baby-boom
They like new today
I'm like baby shoot
She like baby who
Aye, I got this baggage on lock
You put the light on the spot
Carter, Naquanne, they a team
Mess with, you'll never be seen
I am the talk of the town
Fuck it, the city knows now
I was just broken and bruised
That was until I got crowned
Rubber band on my wrist, so you know the game
Bitches thinking they be playing with a game
Ain't nobody ever tell you we the same
Looking for it 'till we drop dead in a grave
I pull back when safest
You got double faces
I got Midas Touch
We got golden laces
We got spades with aces
You lock up when you're faded
Carry Royal Flush, got these bitches gated
Bitches thinking they be playing with a game
Ain't nobody ever tell you we the same
Looking for it 'till we drop dead in a grave
I'm in pain,
I can feel face down to the feet up, switching lanes
Running a base, coming in peace
Ready to drop in to the 51 for a fake
How does it taste
Fall on your face
Running the front lawn 'cause the concrete isn't paved
On green lots with yachts and lakes
I can tell your shit is fake
I got bass and 808's
Captivate the kids with solace, they don't understand my hate
They got silver spoon
I got paper plate
They got navy blue
I got cloudy grey
I'm like baby-boom
They like new today
I'm like baby shoot
She like baby who
Aye, I got this baggage on lock
You put the light on the spot
Carter, Naquanne, they a team
Mess with, you'll never be seen
I am the talk of the town
Fuck it, the city knows now
I was just broken and bruised
That was until I got crowned
Rubber band on my wrist, so you know the game
Bitches thinking they be playing with a game
Ain't nobody ever tell you we the same
Looking for it 'till we drop dead in a grave
I pull back when safest
You got double faces
I got Midas Touch
We got golden laces
We got spades with aces
You lock up when you're faded
Carry Royal Flush, got these bitches gated
Credits
Writer(s): Zachary Caesar
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