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