Rod Wave, Kevin Gates - Cuban Links lyrics
Rod Wave [Rodarius Marcell Green] Saint Petersburg, Florida, U.S. 🇺🇸
Kevin Gates [Kevin Jerome Gilyard] Baton Rouge, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Rod Wave, Kevin Gates - Cuban Links lyrics]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, that's probably Tago
Pipe that shit 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 ass
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 fuck 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 shit 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
I'm gon' die in these Cuban links
(Think it's a game) 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 a couple
Yola cooked down to the oil
And it don't swish 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 pussy 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 ass
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
Die in these Cuban links
Die in these Cuban links
Pipe that shit 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 ass
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 fuck 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 shit 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
I'm gon' die in these Cuban links
(Think it's a game) 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 a couple
Yola cooked down to the oil
And it don't swish 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 pussy 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 ass
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
Die in these Cuban links
Die in these Cuban links