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Rod Wave - Cuban Links feat. Kevin Gates (Official Music Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rod Wave
Rod Wave
Rap
Kevin Gates
Kevin Gates
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rodarius Green
Rodarius Green
Songwriter
Kevin Gilyard
Kevin Gilyard
Songwriter
Thomas Horton
Thomas Horton
Songwriter
Aaron Tago
Aaron Tago
Songwriter
Frank Dante Gilliam III
Frank Dante Gilliam III
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Yung Tago
Yung Tago
Producer
TntXD
TntXD
Producer
Tre Gilliam
Tre Gilliam
Producer

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 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) 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
Writer(s): Kevin Gates, Aaron Tago, Thomas Horton, Frank D Gilliam, Rodarius M Green Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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