Rubber Bands & Weight - Benny the Butcher

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

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