[Verse 1: A-Reece]
Yeah, tailor made for this shit, you niggas ain't cut for it
You wouldn't do it if you weren't getting a cut from it
Put my niggas on, now the studio's star-studded
You better respect it even if you choose to not love it
My niggas ain't just rapping when they say they had nothing
When y'all was eating, me and my niggas was malnourished
I'm standing in front of the gun for it
Niggas act like ex-cons untill they get confronted
I'm well conducted, my niggas are far from it
Put 'em right under your nose, you niggas get caught running
Say you got a lot but most of it comes from us
Nobody knows nothing 'till stories get uncovered
Gave you a chance to tell it, now they gotta hear it from us
Couldn't walk a mile in my shoes, you sock puppets
Fact remains, nobody did it how I've done it
We saw the interviews, you niggas just press runners
What's a couple rumors compared to the struggles I've suffered?
Y'all still out numbered, broke bread with 'em
Just like Jesus at the last supper
And still making more than what I did last summer
Bank roll on every word I utter
One of one you'll never find another
Still get the studio smokey like Chris Tucker
Niggas pop and disappear as quick as soap bubbles
But it's Rubber Band Gang, bitch you heard me, I ain't stutter
Yeah
Yeah, tailor made for this shit, you niggas ain't cut for it
You wouldn't do it if you weren't getting a cut from it
Put my niggas on, now the studio's star-studded
You better respect it even if you choose to not love it
My niggas ain't just rapping when they say they had nothing
When y'all was eating, me and my niggas was malnourished
I'm standing in front of the gun for it
Niggas act like ex-cons untill they get confronted
I'm well conducted, my niggas are far from it
Put 'em right under your nose, you niggas get caught running
Say you got a lot but most of it comes from us
Nobody knows nothing 'till stories get uncovered
Gave you a chance to tell it, now they gotta hear it from us
Couldn't walk a mile in my shoes, you sock puppets
Fact remains, nobody did it how I've done it
We saw the interviews, you niggas just press runners
What's a couple rumors compared to the struggles I've suffered?
Y'all still out numbered, broke bread with 'em
Just like Jesus at the last supper
And still making more than what I did last summer
Bank roll on every word I utter
One of one you'll never find another
Still get the studio smokey like Chris Tucker
Niggas pop and disappear as quick as soap bubbles
But it's Rubber Band Gang, bitch you heard me, I ain't stutter
Yeah
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