Chords for Benny The Butcher - "Rubber Bands & Weight" (prod. by The Alchemist) [Dir. by @iamslimgus]

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_ _ _ _ _ _ Yo, B, what's good, bro?
What the fuck you doing?
Hold on, B, hold on.
What you [F#] doing?
Yo, B, what's good, bro?
Check this new mess out.
What the fuck, Carl?
What type of shit is this?
_ [N] It's a new day, man.
Yo, yo.
Come on, Carl.
Check this new mess out.
This is gonna be a workout.
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_ [C] _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _
[Gm] _ _ _ [F#] _ _ Uh huh.
[F#] Yeah.
Uh huh.
Yeah.
Hey, yo, Al, I got you.
Hey, yo, the butch is coming, nigga.
Look, I got 10 niggas with me, all body caps.
That's 10 straps, and air max 97.
You know why we legends?
I _ put the mic away for 90 seconds The day my brother died like 9-11
I missed him, he smoked a big one When he took that backseat ride to heaven
She see my watch, but I don't got a second This wrist got his extras
It's in the pot, doing calisthenics They talk tough talk, but they don't want no
issues All they talk is gunplay, but they don't own
no pistol Sat down at a meeting, Montego on the menu
Red laser on the nickel Turn that hater to a Hindu
If you used to being broke, then this paper gonna fend you
Niggas either dick riding, or they pay for their credentials
I was young, the plug told me just be patient I'ma hit you, shit slow, work with me
Just take what I could give you I took that, double back, it got greater
I continue, cause my loyalty is good as any favor
I could lend you, you can hate, but I'm efficient I don't break, cause I ain't brittle, that's
real G shit If you a gangster, I commend you
Cocaine dumping out the pot, rubber bands and weight
Dope fiends walking up the block, rubber bands and weight
6am, but I ain't close the shop, my other plans go waste
It's 10 a nigga year, you know my block, get 20 grand a day
Cocaine dumping out the pot, rubber bands and weight
Dope fiends walking up the block, rubber bands and weight
It's 6am, but I ain't close the shop, my other plans go waste
It's [G] 10 a nigga year, you know my block, get 20 grand a day
I'm background efficient, I don't back down from [F#] missions
I spend background to get you, put my mask down and clip you
You can go and check my record, not a blemish on my file
The whole gazelle debarrel Lexus and put Bs's on the dial
My man call her home sick, said he's stressing over trial
I said you get a hundred years, you still a legend in the town
We was youngsters, grew to be crooked, they threw me in booking
It's beef shit, speak up, it's Uzi or Cook it
They play hoops, I play the stoop with the tool in the bushes
First day I met your old lady, she threw me the pussy
We real niggas, hundred grand, that's my mother's fault
I need another vault, nigga, yeah that's hustler talk
In this game of life and me, death if you come up short
My man doing a stretch for a body that his brother caught
Cocaine jumping out the pot, so you know
That my post game standing on his block like Karl Malone
Cocaine jumping out the pot, rubber bands and weight
Dope fiends walking up the block, rubber bands and weight
It's 6am, but I ain't close the shop, my other plans go waste
It's 10 a nigga year, you know my block, 20 grand a day
Cocaine jumping out the pot, rubber bands and weight
Dope fiends walking up the block, rubber bands and weight
It's 6am, but I ain't close the shop, my other plans go waste
It's 10 a nigga year, you know my block, 20 grand a day
_ Rubber bands and weight, _ rubber bands and weight
_ My other plans go waste
_ 20 grand a day
_ Rubber bands and weight, _ rubber bands and weight
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