Cuban Links

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, that's probably Tago
 Pipe that shit up, TnT
 (Tre made this beat)
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 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
 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 any more
 I'ma die in these Cuban links
 I'm gon' die in these Cuban links (bangers again)
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 Die in these Cuban links (right, not today, le'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
 Makin' 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, yeahh
 Grab it off the top, let it dry, work the clock, yeahh
 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 anymore
 I'ma die in these Cuban links
 I'm gon' die in these Cuban links
 
 Die in these Cuban links (I'ma die right here)
 (Wit' these bitches, on ya heard me)
 Die in these Cuban links