Um, they say I'm criminally underrated Top five, nah, more like the fucking greatest

Can't compare me to nobody Get slow body, flow got it

They speak up on the kids so highly How the fuck did a n***a die, man?

We could go there, we could talk about it

At your n****s where you fucking find me I go catch, check it, then I catch a body

I go kill a rapper, then I rap about it I'm a beast, got the whole family behind me

We deep, how the whole team is a league?

I hope it's us, you act like you don't know I gotta get you to, get you to know

I really hope you get everything you praying for Even if that thing you praying for might downfall

Amen, hallelujah I say I'm number one

You say delusional, I woke up like Fuck that humble shit, I'm on my rumble shit

Winners talk about winning, losers talk about other shit

You never get what you deserve Just what you negotiate

You want the bag, I want the safe Click -clack, nobody's safe

Glad they look like fashion and my verses be like rapping class

I'm on the highway to hell, I count my sins and laugh and cry

Asked God, stuffed a hundred grams inside the sandwich bag

Morning odds, so fat, it's busting through the rubber bands

I'm a rubber band, yeah, so I always bounce back

Counting up the spending with the biscuits in my lap

Pick an act, boy, we gon' push the scene back

I'm a rubber band, yeah, so I always bounce back

Counting up the spending with the biscuits in my lap

Pick an act, boy, we gon' push the scene back

I'm a little bit different, see

My visual, delivery, spiritual I'm not who you want me to be

I am who I am, yeah, believe I'm the one I'm back on my pulley

One Tyson and Fury, yeah, X out the jury Too loud, I can't hear ya

Connected, we smoking Yo, we should be drinking white wine and tequila

Need a bag with a body like Megan Thee Stallion, shit

I love me a diva, find a concealer My back in the cellar, if I need it

We looking to feed it, nah, I'm walking like Jesus

We are the Nobu, mezzo -risso Sammy Delongo, just ask the Lord

It's been some years on the road Dick, it's time I come back home

Caught that money like a cold Coming to the jungle ready for the road

Every single summer, nigga, let it go If it's in the interest, then I pay the cost

All these rubber bands closer to them grams I put that on yams, I'ma get a fourth

Yeah, feed me diamonds Three medallions, it's expensive, die

And what's bad for it? I gotta ask for it What you scared to buy?

Humble flex, I get crazy vibes And when I'm stressed, I know that you ain't surprised

That's a cool shirt, but it ain't your size When I go berserk, I get laser sight

When I'm in my fields, I blow a bag tonight

I'm a rubber band man, so I always bounce back

Counting up the spread with the biscuit in my lap

Nigga, act what we gon' put your seed in the bag

Bag, bag, like, bag

I'm a rubber band man, so I always bounce back

Counting up the spread with the biscuit in my lap

Nigga, act what we gon' put your seed in the bag

Bag, bag