[Chorus:]



                      (Ay, who i'm is?)



                      Rubber band man



                      Wild as the Taliban



                      9 in my right



                      45 in my other hand.



                      (who i'm is?)



                      Call me trouble man



                      always in trouble man



                      worth a couple hundred grand



                    chevys, all colors man

                    [Verse 1:]



                      Rubber band man



                      like a one man band



                      treat these niggas like the Apollo



                      and i'm the sandman.



                      Tote a hundred grand



                      Canon in the waistband



                      Looking fo a sweet lick?



                      Well this is the wrong place man.



                      Seven time felon, what i care about a case man?



                      I'm campaigning to bury the hate,



                      so say ya grace man.



                      Ay, I don't talk behind a nigga back



                      I say it in his face.



                      I'm a thoroughbred nigga.



                      I don't fake and i don't hate.



                      Check my resume nigga.



                      My record's impeccable



                      Anywhere in the A nigga



                      how TIP is highly respectable.



                      And the MIA nigga



                      I'm tryna keep it professional



                      Cause all this tongue rastling.



                      finna have me snappin, i'm tellin you.



                      From the bottom of tha Duval,



                      Cakalacky to New York



                      and everybody showin me love



                      that's one to you all.



                      Yeah, to all my Florida niggas, my Cakalacky niggas



                      my LA niggas

                    [Chorus 2x]

                    [Verse 2:]



                      Call me trouble man



                      Stayed in some trouble man



                      Some niggas still hatin on shawty



                      so they some suckas man.



                      Got a couple fans



                      that love to do nothing other than



                      lick, suck, show no respect



                      but still i love em man.



                      Dig it, lil pimpin got the mind and the muscle



                      Stay down on his grind



                      Put the crown on the hustle



                      Ay, I could show ya how to juggle anything



                      and make it double.



                      Weed, blow, real estate, liquor sto



                      wit no trouble.



                      Young cats is playin today



                      Marvin Gaye of my time.



                      Tryna stay alive



                      Livin how i say in my rhymes.



                      My cousin used to tell me



                      take this shit a day at a time.



                      and told me Friday, died Sunday



                      We a day in the ground.



                      I still smile cuz somehow



                      I know he seeing me now



                      and so i'm doing all my shows



                      just like he in the crowd.



                      Ay, tho ya lightas up for my cousin Toot,



                      Aaliyah, Left Eye and Jam Master Jay.

                    [Chorus 2x]

                    [Verse 3:]



                      Grand Hustle man



                      Mo hustles than hustle man.



                      But why the rubber band?



                      It representin the struggle man.



                      My folk gon trap 



                      until they come up wit another plan



                      Stack and crumble bread



                      to get theyself off they mama land.



                      Gangstas who been servin



                      since you was doing the runnin man.



                      Went down, did 10



                      back round and rich again.



                      That's why i'm young



                      wit the soul of a old man



                      I'm shell shocked, get shot



                      slow ya roll man.



                      Still ride around



                      with the glock on patrol man.



                      I ain't robbing,



                      I'm just lookin for that dro man.



                      For ma niggas slangin blow, pimpin hos



                      Rollin vogues, 24s.



                      Let these other niggas know.

                    [Chorus 2x]