Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, that's probably Tago
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Pipe that shit up, TnT
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(Tre made this beat)
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Let's talk 'bout hard times, real bottom boy survivor
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Way before the jewelry, the groupie hoes, and designer
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Back when I was tryna find a way for all my partners
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Rema hit the window, popped the door for me and 'Lijah
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'Member wakin' up with no destination
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But I had some dedication, couldn't use my education
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'Cause no nine dollars could help me face what I was facing
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My light bill due, envelope blue, that mean you behind on payments
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Rap slowed down and I was low on cash
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Fresh out of high school, kicked out the house for living fast
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Went and got a spot, then got a job, 'cause pops was on my ass
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Then that's when pops had went to jail so it didn't last
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Hit the block with Brock 'cause I was tryna pay my bills
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Like fuck a rap career, let's touch these streets and make a mil'
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Fast forward, like Rod Wave, tell me how you feel
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When I think about my past, that shit give me chills
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Wake up in the morning, hit my knees, and I pray
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Because He finally made a way
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I been runnin' up that paper, mama
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And before I let 'em come and take any more
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I'ma die in these Cuban links
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I'm gon' die in these Cuban links (bangers again)
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Die in these Cuban links (right, not today, le'go)
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Die in these Cuban links (yes, Lord)
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All my life, it been a struggle
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You on and fall off, you find out who really love you
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Playin' in the storm drain, came out the gutter
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Good relationships, I admit I had a couple
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Makin' love to the money, me and bae lil' couple
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Yola cooked down to the oil in it, don't switch around
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I need everything when it lock in the pot, yeahh
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Grab it off the top, let it dry, work the clock, yeahh
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Finally up in rank, movin' blocks, holdin' sham, yeah
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Havin' my lil' way, ghetto pussy used to act funny
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Now I'm hittin' her hard from the back, she throw it back for me
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And when I went to jail, shawty left, turned her back on me
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Flexin' on they ass, pants sag with them racks on 'em
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Wake up in the morning, hit my knees, and I pray
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Because He finally made a way
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I been runnin' up that paper, mama
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And before I let 'em come and take anymore
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I'ma die in these Cuban links
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I'm gon' die in these Cuban links
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Die in these Cuban links (I'ma die right here)
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(Wit' these bitches, on ya heard me)
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Die in these Cuban links
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