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you see me rapping, know I got the upper hand
But on the other hand, you see a couple rubber bands
And now Logic really out here makin' dreams come

Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
(Hit-Boy)
Ayy, this that Clipse sample, ayy (G.Ry got me)
Fuck that talkin', let the clip slam 'em
Yellow bands

like Spike Lee

Ima cash her a check no Nike

Al D for the win no type beats

(Hook)
She make me wanna spend a band 

Fuck around and go tell my friends

Green, pink, blue cheese
One shirt, that's two sleeves
I got it on me like it's fashion
Still count it up and rubber band it
Chains, whips, Bold

6 o’clock on the block time make it work 
Boy you a lame you a cop got paper work 
 bee In the trap with the bands tryna make it work 
I’ll be in

like 300 count
Little rubber band tuckin' 300 thou'
Throw it on the floor, make 300 bounce
Can you make a 16 come out 300 mouths?
Cause I might have

Cause the streets aint where it is, foreal

(Rxnel Verse I)
Face gated I aint gotta tell ‘em
Who I is
Drive-by’s, look
We aint catching Ubers here
Aye…

my demand
Guarantee shawty know I'm the man
I pull up wit a rubber, I stay getting bands
Tony Hawk, I ain't wearing no vans
How I skate wit my chain

the ground up
So I'm really tryna stand on them
Rubber breaking
Talking bands on them
Keep it straight
No trans on them
Send it in, Imma land on them
Make them

trapping dodging traffic me and spin master with some gang members
I can tell by your homie eyes they ain't gone bang with ya
Life sentence both snitches

almost broke
Thoughts heavier than grams
Bands inside my jeans
The only rubber that I have
But I got rubbers in my hutch
Learned to trust my instincts
Lost

Bigger Picture

Cam'ron

Diplomatic Immunity, Vol. 2 [Clean]

2004

"Bigger Picture"

[Cam'Ron]
Killa, Uh Huh
Heatmakerz,Yes Sir
Jones, Santana, Freekey, The Union
Holla At Da Boys Man Uh Huh
This Is Diplomat Records

rubber bands for the show money
Throw a couple to the hypocrite
Too blessed to be still alive
Owe a thank you to my passion
Know a lot of niggas filled

Juveniles

Poison Clan

2 Low Life Muthas

1990

trust what parents say
Like rubbers, I used to be too cool for 'em
Bitches askin bout 'em, I used to ignore 'em
Mother used to tell me but I had to learn

the cause
its the S-Q boys wit the big fuckin cars
if anybody fuck wit my squadysquad
ima cut ya balls off and hand 'em to ya partnaz
its WEEZY BABY the man

Im slidin out ger ribs
And she tell me tha rest
But i tell her whatever
Next time i drop by ima leave you a letter
Sayin weezy baby no one could do it

Reppin My City

Triple C

Trilla [iTunes Bonus Track]

2008

a nickle-plated burner
Still burnin' rubber, bustin' rubbers
And these bitches under cover
Tell the truth I ain't a lover
But I fuck her like I love her Boss...

shit (Ask to hold shit) 
All these haters on my dick tell em hold this 
The way these cameras flash, lemme pose quick 
You say that you fucked the bitch

Doing donuts in the whip
I can't feel my face
Catch me lacking then my niggas gon' empty the place
Gimme Xans
I need them bands
You a fan
I call 'em

was built for all this pressure
I will never show my hand
I'm just counting all these bands
Running out of rubber bands gotta stash it in the sand
X

the tool lay my head by the pump

Hang with yo bitch got my hand on the cunt

Her man tryna run up left a hole in his lung

Smoked like a j hit that boy with

Velour tell them stop playing Man
At your noggin about them band Bands
Boot was clear never sand Tan
Bomb stashed by the trash Can
Bags of pressure

spinning in they blocks
The iPhones they be tapped so we don't ever speak on opps
Rubber bands, on bands, amiri jeans be filled with knots
Fill up wocky for

shit, boy, put down that gun
Don't talk to me if you don't got no funds
Walkin' around with some bands in my pocket
Stay with my team
I ain't talkin'