Young Rambo - Bands (feat. Pally Ray) Lyrics

Let me take a second and introduce you niggas
To the realest nigga that there's ever been
Young osama bin on the f*cking track
But lately I feel more like I'm the president
Commander in chief, ya bitches call me Jesus
Cause they know the shit I spit is heaven sent
Went to church cause I been living sinful lately
Nigga this is what the f*cking reverend said

"You need plenty repentance
The sin you've committed
Is murdering instruments
Macking on bitches
With illest intention
The cocaine dependence
I told you to shut the f*ck up and you didn't..."
No more pretension preventing ya vision
Coming to fruition, my nigga just witness
The venomous tendency in me
Thats ending my envious friends
And my enemies tempting me!

Morning when I wake I pray the lord
My soul to motherf*cking take!
Cuz, if I go out today and I dig my own grave
Then today is the day, I just do not relate
To the niggas afraid of the day that they die
Much more afraid of when I come alive
Nothing to say? Then just fall in line
F*ck it, I'm the truth and these niggas lies

Real eyes realize but these niggas blind
Said I wouldn't tax 'em but they crossed the line
They the caterpillar, I'm the butterfly
I'm the god of pimpin, nigga, pay your tithe
They throw shots at your head
They think stronger than lead
Then act shocked when you come to collect...
Gotta tell em ahead
Nigga you need ya bread
They keep flexing make sure that they dead!

10 bands, 20 bands, I'm tryna get just a lil' mo
20 bands, 50 bands, I gotta grind, gotta get that dough
50 bands, 100 bands, I'm tryna get just a lil' mo
F*ck that shit, 500 bands, I'm boutta spend this shit on ya ho
10 bands, 20 bands, I'm tryna get just a lil' mo
Drop a band, spank that ass, I had to get the bitch an Uber home
50 bands, 100 bands, I'm tryna get just a lil' mo
100 bands, 500 bands, my bank account boutta overload

Got bands on bands on bands on deck
Gotta get that money, straight cash or check
I don't give a damn, but ya girl got neck
When she gobble on my guzzle
Full throttle to the muffle
Can't stop it, never scuffle
Coppin' cash in a duffle
Got dick like a shovel
Diggin holes like Zero!
Zaroni, y'all jabroni's owe me
Know I'm killing it, cop it now
Cause I'm stealin' it, bop it now
Are y'all feelin' it? Cuz

I'm on another level with my lover
And my brother, and we get it every time
He's the truth, I'm the lie
I don't know why all these fake niggas lie
Realize real ties before they vaporize
Twin towers got the power through the hoop
Dwight Howard, smoking sour in the shower
And my music playing louder!
Gotta bloom like a flower
You can search, you can scower
But you'll never find a star like me
I use my grind so I might be
The greatest, ever make it
Forsaken, wakin' n' bakin'
Jamaican bacon, erryday
We playin and slayin these fakers and haters

Sayin' our game ain't on flame...
F*ck that!
Tryna talk shit but my rhymes bust back
Reppin' ATL like I was 3 stacks
Tap that ass while I'm suckin on her rack
Got a knack for rap and I never lack facts
Gotcha back, quack quack, Aflac
Gotta make stacks so we countin up the bands
If you wanna ride wit lemme see dem hands

10 bands, 20 bands, I'm tryna get just a lil' mo
20 bands, 50 bands, I gotta grind, gotta get that dough
50 bands, 100 bands, I'm tryna get just a lil' mo
F*ck that shit, 500 bands, I'm boutta spend this shit on ya ho
10 bands, 20 bands, I'm tryna get just a lil' mo
Drop a band, spank that ass, I had to get the bitch an Uber home
50 bands, 100 bands, I'm tryna get just a lil' mo
100 bands, 500 bands, my bank account boutta overload