ayy ayy ayy ayy ayy that’s probably tago
pipe that shit up tnt
tre made this beat
rod wave
letstalk’bout hard timesreal bottom boy survivor
way before thejewelry 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
rod wave kevin gates
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
ima die in these cuban links
i’m gon’ die in these cuban links think it’s a game
die in these cuban links right now today lets go
die in these cuban links yes lord
kevin gates
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 a couple
yola cooked down to the oil and it don’t swish 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
rod wave
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
Artist: Rod Wave Kevin Gates
Year: 2019
Decade: 10s
Language: en
Word Count: 260