The Mantra

I don't wanna do it but I got to
Bitches staring at me like I'm motherfucking see through
Jamba coming through, go ahead step aside boo
And watch you man cause he asking me to come thru

Yeah you heard right, you thought it was a game
But everybody man wanna let me hold they name
They wanna wife me, they really really like me
They really wanna know if imma let them get inside me

It's a no, just take your L and leave
Get the fuck out my DMs, sending pics of little Steve
Stalking on my snap, showing love on the gram
But you lil dusty niggas, too small to be my man

All I want is bands, all I want is bands
Working, praying, grinding, and dreaming bout da bands
Been gone for too long, now I'm back at it again
Boss moves, got these hoes acting like some fans

You want a bad bitch, ya got one
Kill em with the dimples, competition, yeah there is none
Beauty and brains, brown skin, got that yummy yum
Eating real good, got me rubbing on my tummy tum

This the blueprint, bitch, better study up
Keep a couple hustles, counting paper 'til I break my thumb
Gotta gas myself, affirmations, cause I'm number one
Keep a side nigga, but really we just talk for fun

Welcome to the party, where's your invite
Ain't no plus one, now these scums looking mad tight
Gotta couple shooters, code word for em nighty night
And they'll dump ya body, won't find it till the sunrise

All I want is bands, all I want is bands
Working, praying, grinding, and dreaming bout da bands
Been gone for too long, now I'm back at it again
Boss moves, got these hoes acting like some fans

Pump ya brakes, cause I'm really bout to read ya
Lookin like a Teletubbie, smell like Oscar Meyer wieners
I'm the puppet master, sis imma call you cousin Sketter
And you need some braces, over here chomping like a beaver

Three, two, one, somebody ring the bell
Cause the bitches tapping out, Imma write em in my will
Yeah R.I.P. to a H.O.E
I look good in all black, curves be on fleek

All I want is bands, all I want is bands
What don't you understand
Let me say that shit again, yeah
All I want is bands, nevermind I want your man
Serve him on a platter, only really took him cause I can

Tall and thick, you can call me baby stallion
And I keep it 100%, I ain't gotta front for nothing
Tired of stepping on your necks, wearing out my shoes
Momma took me out of Ensley, had to change my views

Cause she knew y'all couldn't handle me as a gutta bitch
Book smart, street smart, really on the money shit
Put me with the whites had me actin mad proper
But shit it got me in Vandy so word to my mother

Everyone saw the potential but me
Niggas knocked me down and they thought shit was sweet
Then I wised up, took a quick look in the mirror
And damn near saw perfection, and the world became clearer

So imma get the bands
Imma steal your man
I'm the baddest in the nation
Classy, ratchet in the head
Imma get the bands, and you won't speak again
Real bitch, Jamba den did this shit again