[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
Bow
apethegod
[Chorus: Sid Shyne]
Everything I did came back around
Landing in your city like I'm back in town
Light beam flash, who gon' hold it down
Light so fast, who gon' hold it down
High speed clear it, I can't go slow
Now they interferin', [?]
Running from my past with the lights on
Phase going past through the time zone
[Bridge: Sid Shyne]
I can't switch it up
I can't switch it up
I can't switch it up
You can try your hardest, can't get rid of us
[Verse 1: Sid Shyne]
In the whip, 184
Light glow, check the dashboard
All my niggas stand tall, but we keep it low
I be tryna keep my enemies close
Bitch I'm antique, we ain't reached the peak
I got mils on me, do my own release
Keep your prayers on me, stayin' on the leash
'Cause it ain't no guarantee that we gon' keep the peace
I was ridin' in the streets with these leather seats
This a presidential tint if you know what I mean
Bitch, he burnin' through the gas, tell him fill it up
They gon' see it everywhere till they sick of us
Can't get rid of them
These niggas my sons, shoulda stayed a fan
Money comin' in, that's my synonyme
Rubberband man, rubber bands
Rubberband man, rubber bands
Rubberband man, rubber bands
Rubberband man, rubber bands
Rubberband man, rubber bands
Yeah
Yeah
Bow
apethegod
[Chorus: Sid Shyne]
Everything I did came back around
Landing in your city like I'm back in town
Light beam flash, who gon' hold it down
Light so fast, who gon' hold it down
High speed clear it, I can't go slow
Now they interferin', [?]
Running from my past with the lights on
Phase going past through the time zone
[Bridge: Sid Shyne]
I can't switch it up
I can't switch it up
I can't switch it up
You can try your hardest, can't get rid of us
[Verse 1: Sid Shyne]
In the whip, 184
Light glow, check the dashboard
All my niggas stand tall, but we keep it low
I be tryna keep my enemies close
Bitch I'm antique, we ain't reached the peak
I got mils on me, do my own release
Keep your prayers on me, stayin' on the leash
'Cause it ain't no guarantee that we gon' keep the peace
I was ridin' in the streets with these leather seats
This a presidential tint if you know what I mean
Bitch, he burnin' through the gas, tell him fill it up
They gon' see it everywhere till they sick of us
Can't get rid of them
These niggas my sons, shoulda stayed a fan
Money comin' in, that's my synonyme
Rubberband man, rubber bands
Rubberband man, rubber bands
Rubberband man, rubber bands
Rubberband man, rubber bands
Rubberband man, rubber bands
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