Broken Rubberbands

Yeah, uh
Yeah, aka Laurenovici
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 D's, lust us
Bad bitches and drug dealers most of my network
Fuck around, lose your net worth over some wet work
Patron season, off top my stones blinging
I rock only high quality with no apology
Beef and broccoli's, forty 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 them other niggas, move gracious, my whip spacious
Matter fact, we bought spaceships with small faces
Crumpled up ones and fives up at the dealership
Triple beam dreams with fiends is what we 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
Uh

That's what I'm talking about, player player
That's what I'm talking about, haha
Yo, keep your head up, man
And stay hard on the motherfucking tunes

Criminal minded, change the climate, live life and then I rhyme it
Blueprint designer got my inner circle shining
Illegal life my wife, street matrimony, clap a phony
Connects playing Tego, Manchego macaroni
Plate it up, bottles of wine that's organic
My niggas flipping work that's raw while y'all panic
Meanwhile, your shit's stepped on, something like a ladder
My elevation's evidence, you niggas looking sadder
I'm a bison with a Breitling, fly shines with extra icing
Type of shit I'm writing makes this fucking life enticing
Uh, you never sold drugs so stop fronting
This is just the way that we move, we not stunting
Rock chains to buy groceries, keep my waistline toasty
My work's on the strip, play the baseline closely
Watched it fly from a bird's eye view, speak 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 playing
Might've slapped your hand breezing through
Maneuvering graciously
We might've had some small talk at the corner store
But you ain't run with me, you didn't fuck with me
You didn't fuck with my niggas
Matter fact, you ain't even like my niggas
You ain't like my niggas