Cuban Links Songtext

Sold my soul to the game, I'm no longer the same
Medicating wit' the pussy help me deal with the pain
Open wounds still hurt 'cause my tears got salt in it
Played in the streets, never thought we'd got caught in it
You danced in the party, me and my niggas fought in it
Dying 'bout respect, me and my niggas' authentic
Threw our hood up, they stole off, we was all scrapping
Bruh got a plug on the work, we was all trapping
Niggas tell hoes shop wit' me, they all capping
Serve the wrong nigga and get bopped, it can all happen
Police send a blitz, we gotta protect the quarterback
Dropped a 9 in the pot, ain't get a quarter back
Had to cut my nigga off he started dipping in the pack
Once I lose trust in you you can never get it back, for real

I sold coke on these streets, cash, weed, heroin
[?] nigga, like Rico Hustle
Yeah

All I wanted was the money and a Cuban link chain Diamond rings and a old school Chevy on them thangs
15’s beat, wet candy paint
Was out here headfirst like, "Fuck what a nigga think"

My youngin' don't hesitate, he up it, he gon' spit with that
Sell a brick. tell him where it's at, he gone get it back
Turn around and sold the same work right back to 'em
Nigga said it’s up, now guess word got back to 'em
Think I give a fuck if we beefing because I'm vegan now?
Caught 'em lacking, he still breathing I guess we even now
Granny say I'm a heathen, I need to do some repenting
Baby momma know my secrets, she be holding them against me
That's why we can never be, but she can still get my kidney
If ever in need of it, she carried my seed for me
We living off weed money
Wasn't nobody supporting us
Unexpected drought, the government done jammed the boarder up
Streets full of H niggas dying tryna snort it up
Stacking up the profit that I make, tryna to hoard it up
Feds in the city move the trap and change the burners up
Wait until the coast get clear, then I'ma run it up, yeah