Cuban Links – English Lyrics

• By: Rod Wave, Kevin Gates
• Album: Pray 4 Love

Lyrics & Translation

Delve into the world of Rod Wave and Kevin Gates with 'Cuban Links,' a song that masterfully blends soulful melodies with raw, honest lyrics. Explore themes of loyalty, struggle, and success as you learn the language of the streets and the heart through this compelling collaboration.

[English]

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

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