Yeah, it's your boy man
The Bay Area's definitely in the building
Kind of frustrated right now though
Like a few grand short of a million, you know what I mean
I don't know if you know how that feels but, listen, yo
The west coast is with me, the toast is with me
I smoke sticky by the zip that go for four fifty
Can't trust my close homies, they so shifty
Wanna stick around hoping that they gon' blow with me
All on my dick like Cozz know 50
But all I know is I got something that hold 60
If I get shot and die, is y'all gon' go with me?
I can't tell, this music business is so risky
This Hennessy and purple got me so tipsy
I'm off balance, but straight cause the four four's with me
Pull up to the spot, got four hoes with me
They some riders, ready to do whatever so quickly
I stay lighting up trees, I'm so hippy
Like bad boy, whatever I need, it's no biggie
I was born in Frisco, a cold city
I'm a young buck, but I got an old soul in me
Rubber band stacks, cardboard box full of hundred grand racks
Now homie, let's handle that, I'm a couple grand back
Few short of a mill so now it's time to bag the weight up
And rubber band that, boy
Rubber band stacks, cardboard box full of hundred grand racks
Now homie, let's handle that, I'm a couple grand back
Few short of a mill so now it's time to bag the weight up
And rubber band that, boy
My life is real, damn right, all this ice is real
If you snitch, you pay the price, yeah you might get killed
My shoe box filled, white girl two blocks ill
I started pushing around the time they had 2Pac killed
I only fuck with the mob, them other dudes not real
He took his time like a man, the other two got deals
Fresh back, feeling great, you see the Benz is out
I get way more cake when I send 'em out
These other rap cats mad cause their buzz is down
They don't wanna see cuz around
But I'm right here, and I'm repping 210, this is my year
I'm in the city, damn right I'ma die here
Military shit with the beam on it
Blowing OG and I got my whole team on it
Yeah, young Berner, I'ma ball baby
Brought twenty racks just to spend at the mall baby
Yeah, I got
Rubber band stacks, cardboard box full of hundred grand racks
Now homie, let's handle that, I'm a couple grand back
Few short of a mill so now it's time to bag the weight up
And rubber band that, boy
Rubber band stacks, cardboard box full of hundred grand racks
Now homie, let's handle that, I'm a couple grand back
Few short of a mill so now it's time to bag the weight up
And rubber band that, boy
My Outlawz is with me, my dogs is with me
I got the whole bay with me, Berner and Cozz with me
Rubber band rap, keep stacks in the shoe box
Invested in the block, real estate, stop
Penetrate your top with this thing that I'm tucking
The voice of them young niggas turning nothing into something
Military mind state, millionaire crap game
Made my first million in this independent rap game
Ten toes down and ones on the curb
Report card the same from California to Jers
Shawty know I'm 'bout that grind, I don't play with it
If it ain't 'bout getting no paper, I probably ain't with it
The clock is turning, you can ask Cozz and Berner
We on the block 'til all hours of the morning
Beats and sixteens or the white and the green
To me it's the same thing, feed these sick fiends
You a customer, yeah
Rubber band stacks, cardboard box full of hundred grand racks
Now homie, let's handle that, I'm a couple grand back
Few short of a mill so now it's time to bag the weight up
And rubber band that, boy
Rubber band stacks, cardboard box full of hundred grand racks
Now homie, let's handle that, I'm a couple grand back
Few short of a mill so now it's time to bag the weight up
And rubber band that, boy
Look, money machine running through a hundred K
Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt, ding, now it's snowing on a sunny day
They call me money man, I knock 'em out the box
Hopping out the drop, now it's yams hopping out the pot
Rock, but you can still get them chickens soft
Peel it back, it got the snap, you fucking with a guap
Mi amigo get a boat load, I get 'em off
Send 'em off, make 'em touchdown without kicking off
Louis knapsack, stacks on deck
Kush to that purp, I got them packs on deck
Lying on the H, I got that smack on deck
Every time I deal that cake, I keep that MAC on deck
Flex, diamonds on my neck so wet
Twenty ones on the Corvette, killing shit, roulette
You niggas get the message, no text
With them mecs, I'm pushing hella weight, Bowflex
Rubber band stacks, cardboard box full of hundred grand racks
Now homie, let's handle that, I'm a couple grand back
Few short of a mill so now it's time to bag the weight up
And rubber band that, boy
Rubber band stacks, cardboard box full of hundred grand racks
Now homie, let's handle that, I'm a couple grand back
Few short of a mill so now it's time to bag the weight up
And rubber band that, boy
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