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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 SongtexteI'm gon' die in these Cuban links (Bangers again) 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 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 Aus Songtexte Mania