Cuban Links (Explicit)

Cuban Links - Rod Wave/Kevin Gates

Ayy ayy ayy ayy ayy that's probably Tago

Pipe that s**t up TnT

Tre made this beat

Let's talk 'bout hard times real bottom boy survivor

Way before the jewelry the groupie hoes and designer

Back when I was tryna find a way for all my partners

Rema hit the window popped the door for me and Lijah

'Member wakin' up with no destination

But I had some dedication couldn't use my education

'Cause no nine dollars could help me face what I was facing

My light bill due envelope blue that mean you

Behind on payments

Rap slowed down and I was low on cash

Fresh out of high school kicked out the house

For living fast

Went and got a spot then got a job

'Cause pops was on my a*s

Then that's when pops had went to jail so it didn't last

Hit the block with Brock 'cause I was tryna pay my bills

Like f**k a rap career let's touch

These streets and make a mil'

Fast forward like Rod Wave tell me how you feel

When I think about my past that s**t give me chills uh

Wake up in the morning hit my knees and I pray

Because he finally made a way

I been runnin' up that paper mama

And before I let 'em come and take it mama

I'ma die in these Cuban links

Start before tell me

No need why call me

I'm gon' die in these Cuban links bangers again

Ayy ay ay

Die in these Cuban links right now today let's go

Die in these Cuban links yes Lord

All my life it been a struggle

You on and fall off you find out who really love you

Playin' in the storm drain came out the gutter

Good relationships I admit I had a couple

Making love to the money me and bae lil' couple

Yola cooked down to the oil in it don't switch around

I need everything when it lock in the pot yeah

Grab it off the top let it dry work the clock yeah

Finally up in rank movin' blocks holdin' sham yeah

Havin' my lil' way ghetto p***y used to act funny

Now I'm hittin' her hard from the back

She throw it back for me

And when I went to jail shawty left

Turned her back on me

Flexin' on they a*s pants sag with them racks on 'em

Wake up in the morning hit my knees and I pray

Because he finally made a way

I been runnin' up that paper mama

And before I let 'em come and take it mama

I'ma die in these Cuban links

I'm gon' die in these Cuban links

Ayy ay ay ayay

Die in these Cuban links

Die in these Cuban ay ok

Die in these Cuban links

Die in these Cuban links