Rubber Band Man

[Produced by David Banner] [Intro] David Banner, David Banner Ayy (T.I.P.) You know your folk be staying down on the road, man Rollin' all the way from Florida, M.I.A, on up to Duval On up to Tennessee A lot of the real niggas be showin' love You know what I'm sayin', I really appreciate that All the dope boys be comin' out All the homegirls be showin' love But a lot of folks, man, they still be lookin' like they don't know who I'm is So let me tell 'em [Chorus] (Ay, who I'm is?) Rubber band man, wild as the Taliban 9 in my right, 45 in my other hand (Ay, 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, cannon in the waistband Looking for a sweet lick? Well, this is the wrong place, man Seven-time felon, ay, 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 T.I.P. is highly respectable And in the M.I.A., nigga, I'm tryna keep it professional 'Cause all this tongue rustling finna have me snappin', I'm telling you From the bottom of the Duval, Cakalacky to New York And everybody showing me love, that's one to you all Yeah, to all my Florida niggas, my Cakalacky niggas My LA niggas, my New York niggas, and y'all in between [Chorus] (Ay, who I'm is?) Rubber band man, wild as the Taliban 9 in my right, 45 in my other hand (Ay, who I'm is?) Call me Trouble Man, always in trouble, man! Worth a couple hundred grand, Chevys all colors, man (Ay, who I'm is?) Rubber band man, wild as the Taliban 9 in my right, 45 in my other hand (Ay, who I'm is?) Call me Trouble Man, always in trouble, man! Worth a couple hundred grand, Chevys all colors, man [Verse 2] Call me Trouble Man, stayed in some trouble, man Some niggas still hating on shawty, but they some suckers, man! Got a couple fans that love to do nothing other than Lick, suck, show 'nuff respect, but still I love 'em, man Dig it, lil pimping, got the mind and the muscle Stay down on his grind, put the crown on the hustle Ayy, I could show you how to juggle anything and make it double Weed, blow, real estate, liquor store with no trouble Young Cassius Clay of my day, Marvin Gaye of my time Tryna stay alive, living 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, Wednesday in the ground I still smile, 'cause somehow, I know he seeing me now And so I'm doing all my shows just like he in the crowd Ay, throw your lighters up for my cousin Toot Aaliyah, Left Eye, and Jam Master Jay [Chorus] (Ay, who I'm is?) Rubber band man, wild as the Taliban 9 in my right, 45 in my other hand (Ay, who I'm is?) Call me Trouble Man, always in trouble, man! Worth a couple hundred grand, Chevys all colors, man (Ay, who I'm is?) Rubber band man, wild as the Taliban 9 in my right, 45 in my other hand (Ay, who I'm is?) Call me Trouble Man, always in trouble, man! Worth a couple hundred grand, Chevys all colors, man [Verse 3] Grand Hustle, man, more hustles than Hustle Man "But why the rubber band?" It representing the struggle, man! My folk who trap until they come up with another plan Stack a couple grand to get theyself off they mama land Gangsters who been serving since you was doing the running man Went down, did 10, back 'round and rich again That's why I'm young with the soul of an old man I'm shell-shocked, get shot, slow your roll, man Still ride around with the Glock on patrol, man I ain't robbing, I'm just looking for the dro, man For my niggas slanging blow, pimping hoes Rollin' vogues, 24s, let these other niggas know [Chorus] (Ay, who I'm is?) Rubber band man, wild as the Taliban 9 in my right, 45 in my other hand (Ay, who I'm is?) Call me Trouble Man, always in trouble, man! Worth a couple hundred grand, Chevys all colors, man (Ay, who I'm is?) Rubber band man, wild as the Taliban 9 in my right, 45 in my other hand (Ay, who I'm is?) Call me Trouble Man, always in trouble, man! Worth a couple hundred grand, Chevys all colors, man