Broken Rubberbands (feat. Meyhem Lauren)

Yeah, Uhh
Yeah
A.K.A Laurenovicci
Yo, Yo

Hot blocks, corrupt cops, traffic at drug spots
Still up in the midst of this shit my niggas love knots
Queens hustlers.. get bread, connects trust us
Chrome busters, that move yay to these lusters
Bad bitches and drug dealers most of my network
Fuck around lose your net worth over some wet work
Patron season, off top my stone's blinging
I rock only high quality with no apology
Beef and broccolis, 40 belows in the 745, 740 for o's
7:30 riding dirty, right in front of our shows
Never ever bought a loosie, Gucci's cover my toes
We ain't 'em other niggas, move gracious my whip's spacious
Matter of fact we bought space ships with small faces
Crumbled up 1's and 5's up at the dealer ship
Triple beam dreams with fiends it's what we're dealing with
Hand knitted sweaters get draped over Berettas
Taking time out to go and write my niggas letters
You'll be home soon pushing V12s and breaking seashells
Whipping something German bagging shorties up with Sherman
Late night maneuvering, Manny's and Grandma
Cocaine is part of the plan, Pa

That's what I'm talkin' about, playa, playa, that's what I'm talkin' about
Yo, keep your head up man, and stay hard on the motherfuckin' tunes

Criminal minded, changed the climate, live life and then I rhyme it
Blueprint designer got my inner circle shinning
Illegal life my wife, street matrimony, clap a phony
Connects play and tango, manchego, macaroni
Plated up bottles of wine it's so organic
My niggas flipping work that's raw, while y'all panic
Meanwhile your shit's stepped on something like a ladder
My elevations evident you niggas looking sadder
I'm a bison with a Breitling, fly shines with extra icing
Type of shit I'm writing makes this fuckin life enticing, ugh
You never sold drugs so stop fronting
This is just the way that we move we're not stunting
Rock chains to buy groceries, keep my waistline toasty
My works on the strip play the bassline closely
Watch the fly from a bird's eye view, speak the words that's true
Y'all acting like y'all fam 'cause you heard I blew?
Shit!

I never fucked with y 'all niggas, man, stop playin'
Might've slapped your hand, breezin' through, maneuvering graciously
We might've had some small talk at the corner store, but you ain't runnin' with me
You didn't fuck with me, you didn't fuck with my niggas
Matter of fact, you ain't even like my niggas