Lyrics Cuban Links - Deniro Farrar

Cuban Links

Yeah
Yeah, uh
Yeah, uh
All I wanted was the money and the Cuban link chain
Diamond rings and a old school Chevy on them thangs
Fifteens beatin', wet candy paint
Was out there headfirst like, «Fuck what a nigga think»
All money ain’t good, reverberate in my brain
Wise words from my mama tellin' me I should change
Sold my soul to the game, I’m no longer the same
Medicatin' wit' the pussy help me deal with the pain
Open wounds still hurt 'cause my tears got salt in it
Played in the streets, never thought we’d get caught in it
You danced in the party, me and my niggas fought in it
Dyin' for respect, me and my niggas authentic
Threw our hood up, they stole off, we was all scrappin'
Bruh got a plug on the work, we was all trappin'
Niggas tellin' hoes they shop wit' me, they all cappin'
Serve the wrong nigga and get bopped, it can all happen
Police send a blitz, we gotta protect the quarterback
Dropped the nine in the pot and I ain’t get a quarter back
Had to cut my nigga off, he was dippin' in the pack
Once I lose trust in a nigga, can never get it back, for real
I done sold coke on these streets, man, hash, weed, heroin
As long as niggas is feelin' it, a nigga like me can hustle it
Look
All I wanted was the money and the Cuban link chain
Diamond rings and a old school Chevy on them thangs
Fifteens beatin', wet candy paint
Was out there headfirst like, «Fuck what a nigga think»
My youngin' don’t hesitate, he up it, he gon' spit with that
Sell a brick, tell him where it’s at, he go and get it back
Turned around and sold the same work right back to him
Nigga said it’s up, now I guess word got back to him
Think I give a fuck if we beefin' because I’m vegan now?
Caught him lacking, he still breathin', I guess we even now
Granny say I’m heathen, I need to do some repentin'
Baby mama know my secrets, she be holdin' them against me
That’s why we can never be, but she can still get my kidney
If ever in need of it, she carried my seed for me
We lived off weed money
Wasn’t nobody supportin' us
Unexpected drought, the government done jammed the boarder up
Streets full of H, niggas dyin' tryna snort it up
Stackin' up the profit that I make, tryna hoard it up
Feds in the city, move the trap and change the burners up
Wait until the coast get clear, then I’ma run it up, yeah