Cuban Links

[Intro]

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, that's probably Tago

Pipe that shit up, TnT

Tre made this beat

[Verse 1: Rod Wave]

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

[Chorus: Rod Wave & Kevin Gates]

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)

[Verse 2: Kevin Gates]

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

[Chorus: Rod Wave]

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